ARRIVAL

I have no sense of time, could be years going by in the real world.  Been stuck in this waiting room forever, the other arrivals were promptly dealt with.  Finally an angel, middle-aged Afghan woman, approaches me.  I get the read fast, tough, no-nonsense, like a homicide detective on TV.  "Let's find a quiet corner."  We do.
"Your choice kid.  Younger set, all wishy-washy, new wave, dance around the topic, you could be talking for years.  Me, straight-shooter, if you're honest with me, you could exit this isolation block today."
"I prefer you, ma'am."
"Right, your childhood, your relationship with parents, no vague, want the straight scoop."
"From Day One, ma'am felt a sense of total rejection.  They blamed my arrival for screwing up their divorce.  The stayed together 'for the good of the child' and let the child know every day."
"You were the only child?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"School?"
"Red neck part of Canada ma'am, we the only Aghans in town.  Other kids didn't beat me up, but avoided me like a plague carrier."
"Good, now the real reason for suicide?"
"Ma'am I just simply could not face another night."
"Maybe you could be a little more specific." 
"Night meant either sleepless or nightmare."
"These nightmares, one topic or several?"
"One topic ma'am, womens concentration camp in 1940's Europe."
She gasps, "in this dream, you were a prisoner?'
I blush ferociously, "no ma'am, the commandant."
"Compare this dream with others, in terms of vividness."
"Other dreams ma'am, vague, black and white, remember almost nothing.  This, full color, full sound, smell, taste, even the feel of the uniform fabric."
"How long did you experience this dream?
"Since a young child ma'am."
"Right, now when you moved to the city, lived alone, started working, how did you react to this dream?"
I blush hotly, "read several books on reincarnation ma'am, became convinced it was a genuine past life memory."
"I see, and the level of guilt, remorse and regret was simply too much?"
I nod, edge of tears.
Gentle smile, "right, off the hook as far as the suicide goes.  Two reasons.  First, profound depression and a form of temporary insanity.  There is no such thing as reincarnation.  So I'm guessing that dream came from a movie you saw as a young girl, imprinted itself strongly on you.  Second, there is no suicide legally, no dead body."
I raise an eyebrow.
"You see, the future people have sophisticated technology.  One of theirs, almost totally paralyzed, took over for you."
I sigh with relief.
Grin, "can you imagine, a master sergeant in the starship marines, 8 decorations for bravery, macho as they get, stuck in your body?"  Wicked laugh.
"I imagine he's flopping, ma'am."
"Not actually, spun his wheels at first, getting traction now.  Even forming friendships, albeit superficial ones."
"Wonders never cease, ma'am."
She stares into my eyes a long minute, "right, you pass.  That door, enjoy."