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I just had one of the weirdest and best experiences in my life, multiple or otherwise. I was driving to a friend's house and I got lost (which I shouldn't have), and all of a sudden it was like another person had made herself known and was comforting the driver, reassuring her worth and acting generally all motherly. And then--bada bing--it's like the me I've always known is sitting in the background while these two talk. They call each other du'ma and du'chi--bastardizations of "dear mother" and "dear child," and the du'ma has an almost Russian accent. They squabble over the pronounciation of street names.

I guess I know now that I can't push it. I can't pull them out until they're ready, and then, watch out! The strange thing is that the two weren't part of my preexisting system; they weren't one of the group who lives in my head but refuses to front. Still confused about that, but I feel a lot better.