“P, I had a dream last night, I was an Islander. You know… a Islander? I was big. I was huge and dark skinned,” he said.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah and you were in it I think and we spoke a different language.” He used a word of the language. “That meant something like french fries,” he said.

He told me the word something that was the equivalent of a hamburger and a third word that was some kind of drink.

“Hmm…”

“Yeah, I figured that was you… I had a wife. She was big too, she didn’t have your body, she was big. We were both really big but everyone was big and in the beginning I was fighting with her. Yeah, we were fighting and then someone made up stand and look at each other.”

I snorted.

“So once we did that we quit fighting so I figure it must have been you because I was fighting her the same way we fight. Yeah, it was you, P. You were asking me if I wanted this stuff to eat… you were going to get it for me.”

“So we were fighting, then we made up and then I got you food? Yeah, that was us.”

Can you imagine your soul in another body? For some reason this is very easy for me to do.