I'm capable of doing the most complicated, 'profound' things yet I remain in essence a dumb person. I am a paradox; I'm capable of reading the most heavy-going philosophical novels yet am incapable of solving simple mathematical exercises which are designed for under-achieving twelve-year-olds or nor am I capable of doing the most blatant, obvious things which most people can do in their sleep.
I'm both ends of the spectrum. My personality is constituted by numerous sub-personalities, and these 'sub-personalities' surface in my clumsy/dumb actions or in my intelligent obervations. They also both surface in my dreaming life and waking life. In my dreams my profound and dumb entities clash and spiral against one another, but in waking life they are manifest solely on their own.