Last Night, in Your Stead

No one’s who they are
In dreams. In dreams, no
One’s who you really
Know. They’re someone strange
Resembling, weirdly,

Vaguely, famous or
Real persons from life,
Often dead. They’re not,
Ever completely
Right. You label them,

Sort of, as you go,
Yourself a witness,
Half outsider in
Your own head, but you
Feel they’re never quite

Right. It wasn’t you,
Your child, your parent,
Your coworker, your
Childhood crush you dreamed
Of half the night. It

Was some alien
Bore strange resemblance,
Weird relationship
Sort of like, but wrong.
Who are these people?