I died again, in my own home once more. But I was numb to it by now, because I would be reborn again and then die again, over and over, as if there were no end. Looking at the woman lying on the ground in a gruesome state, my muddled mind gradually cleared. The person on the ground was me. I was dead, in my own home. Suddenly, a wave of weightlessness swept over me. When I opened my eyes again, a funny variety show was playing on the TV. I instinctively looked down, feeling around and checking my body for wounds, but there was nothing. "Was it a dream? That really scared me!" I muttered to myself
