I waited. I was about to go into a MRI machine, and its soft hum calmed me enough to help me gather at least some of my wits. I had been feeling fragile and emotional for a while, making it hard to think, but I was able to use a grounding technique I had learned last year.

I tried to organize my thoughts. I remembered being in an accident, and then having a strange dream that I was dying, and somehow my spirit left my body, and went to the next room where they were working on a dying girl. I watched her spirit leave her body and head for the Light, and instead of going upward myself, I bent down to kiss her body when the nurses shocked her.

Next thing I know, I am waking up, and I am her. I wondered if I was still dreaming. I had never had a dream like this before, but maybe it was possible. I tried to pinch myself, but no difference.

It occurred to me that if I wasn’t dreaming, I was in trouble. Could I tell anyone I wasn’t this girl? Who would believe me? And even if by some miracle someone believed me, what could they do? I somehow doubt anybody knows how to do a soul transplant.

For that matter, I wasn’t sure where my real body was. If my soul was in her body, was she in mine? Or is my body in the morgue?

I decided I was going to have to try and calm down. I tried to remember what happened before the accident. It came in flashes - I was driving along, then I saw someone?

I stop, there is a girl, her clothes are torn, she is bleeding. I open the door, I call 911. She gets in. A truck comes out of nowhere . . . Blackness.
Tried a different idea. Maybe I could figure out what I could do next, assuming I don’t wake up first. By then they were done checking my new body out.

I smiled at the technician, and ask him “How did it look?” He smiles back, and says “The doctor will have to make the final call sweetie, but as far as I can see, you have a beautiful brain.”

It occurs to me he is flirting, and I blush. They take me back to my room. I find my “mom” waiting for me, and she is with a man. He bent down and kissed me on the forehead. I smell his cologne, and somehow, I felt better.

Then another impossibility. I had a flash of memory Of being in the arms of this man, hearing his voice, smelling that cologne, and knowing the monsters had been beaten back. I didn’t know what to think. I couldn’t have her memory, could I?

Now I was really worried. I made a choice. I wouldn’t tell them who I really am, at least not yet. After all, I haven’t decided if this is real yet. And I have a terrible feeling things are only getting started.