Last night, I fell asleep thinking about all the faults that I have made in my young life. I was only 23 at this point. But, you know, every little mistake or bad decision we make at that age is one where we think it's the end of the world. In any event, I fell asleep crying as I had felt that nothing would be able to get better. In the middle of my sleep I remember feeling a burning pain in my chest and then my arms going numb. I tried to grab my chest and when I did, I felt nothing. Shortly thereafter, I suffocated to death. In the moments that I was dying, I asked myself if this is what it felt like to die. I guess it was because I did in fact die. It was dark and void of sound. I don't think I was awake or conscious, I just knew the surroundings. And with that, I woke up. I woke up in what seemed to be a bed or some sort of crib. I tried to focus my eyes and look around. It was a dark, warm room with a small fire place at the center of the wall in front of me. I tried to stand and upon trying, I couldn't lift my head. In fact, I tried rolling over and couldn't even manage that. Suddenly, a great wave of doom overcame me and I tried to talk. I couldn't. I looked at my hands and they were not mine. They were an infant's hands. Are these mine? I asked myself and it was so. Without me wanting to, I started to cry. I cried and then began screaming as an infant would. A muffled voice sounded from somewhere outside the room I was in. A door swung open and a woman came through. A fair skinned woman picked me up. Her hair was purple? That's funny, how could somebody have purple hair? She spoke and I had no idea what she said. It was no language that I'd ever heard. I was able to speak English, Spanish, and French, but do not recognize it as any language that I knew or was aware of. She picked me up and brought me to her chest. She breastfed me. I felt weird about it because while I'm an infant, I am aware of what's going on. An infant shouldn't be aware of this. And with that I fell asleep.