Two faces

I was dreaming that I was looking at myself in the mirror. On my chest, just above the plexus, I had a second face. It was the face of a woman. I felt that I could see through these eyes at my will. I was trying to look into these eyes, catch her attention, trying to recognize her. I had this deep feeling that she was another part of myself, and I was right, it felt as if it was just another part of my body, like my hands.