For the past few years, I think I have been having someone else's dreams. I don't mean to sound all New Age-y or anything, but I'm starting to feel that when I fall asleep, I am actually slipping into someone else's subconcious. Several people's, actually.

Like last night, when I was a man in his late teens or early twenties, living in a farming community (I have always been a 5th floor or above kind of girl - never in a house), and accused of a murder he didn't commit. My father cried when they gave me the lethal injection. (I won't go into the details of when the dream started to replay itself, but with an escape, a Chinese cult, San Fransisco, and a fire that would set me free)

Or last month, when I dreamed of being a small child (male), watching his parent's fight.

Or last year, when I dreamed of being a peasant in France (I think it was France - it may have been Belgium).

These dreams are filled with images of people and places I have never seen before, not even in movies or on television. It's nothing I could have soaked up from my environment. They are not fantasies, for who fantasizes of milking a goat?

Over the years I have been a cop walking the beat and nothing happened, an airline passenger ordering the diabetic meal, someone allergic to to a weird dusty plant substance, a child running from a female sexual predator, and a man killing his wife with a cast-iron skillet.

Where could these dreams be coming from? What kind of wacky minds-eye internet have I hacked into? And why do I wake up so damn tired after all of it?