Have you ever woken up from such a vivid dream, but then in your waking memory it’s to distant to remember all of it? Patches come back, in a hazy fog of memory that seem so strong you are sure you have lived them. When I opened my eyes today it was like that for me, except I am sure that my dream was really my life before...I died. Even now I struggle to understand what has happened. I think about the events of the day, waking on the pile of bodies, the gnomes who helped me through ...