Slept for four hours last night, woke up and fell back asleep only to have a dream about getting shot in the head.
It was understood that if you die, it’s okay because you will inhabit another body that’s like a sleeper person waiting to be possessed. Like a machine going through the motions until someone needed them. Usually, I would let myself die, wait to inhabit a new, similar body and go on as if nothing happened. But for some reason, this time I didn’t want that. Apparently it had happened many times before and I was tired of switching bodies.
I’m sprawled on the ground, letting myself slip away when I decide to fight it. I haul the dead weight of my body up and press against the wound on the back of my head to stop the bleeding, but of course it doesn’t hurt.