I haven't written anything in so long, I forgot what it's like to type out thoughts. The reason is (insert lame excuse here) that I haven't even been able to access my site. With the help of the illustrious Jenna, I am now "back in black" as you American hipsters say. So, more rambling thoughts will be forthcoming. To start, let's go with the first thing I remember in this lifetime.

I was less than an egg, in this dark little room, I was a red wavy light thing, and there were other red wavy light things all around me. We were waiting, eagerly I might add, for something to happen. It was a timeless place, so I don't know how long I was there. Then, there was something else there with us, and I can only call it an angel, and it gestured to me with a smile, and it was my turn. I left the room and floated down a long tunnel. At the end, my eyes opened, and I realized that a place in the center of my belly was sore. Years later, I was told that I had surgury to repair a torn umbilical tie (belly button) and that it had taken several weeks to heal.

Questions: What was the dark room? Was it spiritual, or was it just a place I inhabited before birth? Who were the others there with me? Why did some leave before I did? What was the thing I can only call an Angel? Does anyone out there have any pre-birth memories or am I the only one? Did I dream this? It seems too real to have dreamed, like when you've been hurt physically you usually remember and that's the way I remember this. Answers?