Print onlySentience. One sharp blow from my subconscious sent me reeling into existence. A million years of preparation for this one moment. Why now? Why this? One dream ended and the next began. At some point late 7/12/95 or early 7/13 I dreamed that I was a detective working with the police after Carmen. But something was very different this time. I wasn’t just watching some distant screen. Someone hit the switch and long rusted wheels groaned to life. I felt it moving, felt something tumbling into place. All of a sudden I was there, fully self aware. I made my first conscious choice.I ditched the police and ran blindly down a dark hall after her, only to hit a wall. Before I could fall back, Carmen grabbed me by the shoulders and dragged me to a huge, ornately carved oaken door. And pushed me through. It was open air, it had feeling. It was like everything became clear, like a shock. I was now in a very bright grassy field, the huge heavy door I had just passed through had become a rickety latch-door for a weather-worn shack. Its owner told me where to go to sign up to work for Carmen, but when I tried to, I realized I didn’t know who I was, where I was, or how I got there. All I knew was this reality, the first I ever really knew, and it was a dream. On my 13th year, 7th month, 13th day, at about 7:13 in the morning, I was born.