I see two different but similar events.

After my eyelid close as if there were slabs of stone hanging from them, I stare into the blackness of sleep. It seems that my mind is still awake, but my body is resting. It seems as though I've entered into the dream world. I've heard of these kinds of dreams where you the dreamer can manipulate the world around him or herself but can't leave the dream world by sheer will. Instead as a image fades in, I find that I'm in the world of not dreams but memories.

Dr. Holden checks my vital signs on the monitor and determines whether or not I'm awake. He says, "Asleep," under his breath as if he doesn't the other in the room to know. He goes back to his computer and quickly types a sequence or a function that brings up a program that doesn't look like any found in the present world. As fiber optic light travels from the apparatus on my head alond a wire connected to the computer, various images appear on the screen.

On the current screen, the program looks to have two rows with images on it. It may resemble a slideshow of some kind, but the images are unorganized yet seemingly clear, as if you know what happens in the image. On the top row, are images of a man who was nerdy, picked on, bullied on, and wasn't the cream of the crop in the world's standards. On the bottom row, more organized than the top row, images of womans life is strewn out in the order of age. As the doctor scrolls horizontally from left to right and then left again, nineteen images show. That meaning that the doctor has amazingly fabricated images and possibly life experiences in this program. The doctor takes a deep breath and clicks an image on the top row.

Finding myself in the darkness of having my eyes close is one thing. Enter a memory that could might as well be forgotten is another. I find myself fading into this memory. The scene unfolds in an emergency room and I'm in a third-person view. The scene is that of a pregnancy ending and new life beginning. The subject is a beautiful yet constrained woman pushing with all her might to gain the reward she has endured nine months for. I feel like one of the nurses present looking at each persons' face covered by the typical cloth over the mouth and the head covered in a green medical cap for keeping the hair out of the workspace. I see one other person in the surrounding crowd. He leans in close to the mother's ear and I deduce that he is the father. He seems prettyold to be the father since the mother is beautifully young for her age. He has graying hairs along the side of his head even though his hair is thick along the top of his head. He is seen encouraging the mother to stay strong and push with all her might.

The scene unfolds as the mother makes another big push which at last is the end of her current ordeal. Her prize waits for her in between her legs. In a mess of broken water and blood, a baby with its umbilical cord attached to its belly is lifted in the vision of the mother. The strain and the pain shown on the mother's face changes to a bright smile and pure joy and happiness. The father's face changes as well giving encouraging words into the ears of the mother. When the scene started everything in the room that had a sound incorporated with it was muffled. The sounds of the room and the voice of all the doctors and nurse were muffled. The voices of the mother and father were muffled as well.

It is when the baby is shown that the sounds become clear and the muffling is gone. A single phrase said by the father to the mother hits me directly. "There he is Mama. It's your baby Allen!" the father excited says in whisper into the ear of the mother. I don't remember it fully but this scene is the birth of my male body and the male mind into it.

Dr. Holden clicks his mouse and types away at his computer, erasing the top image and highlighting the bottom image, which in a way looks like the top image. The fiber optic cables connecting the apparatus on my head to the computer changes. Instead of light travel from the apparatus, light turns its flow and starts traveling from the computer to the apparatus.

Once the name "Allen" is spoken, the scene freezes and disappears, with another scene enveloping it. The new scene flashes into focus into my eyes and the audio incorporated with it fades in after. From a room of four including a mother and father in the center, the scene changes into a smaller room with a doctor and nurse tending to the needs of the father and mother.

The father and mother are indeed different from the ones from the first scene. The only thing similar is the age difference between the father and mother. In the first scene, the father looked much older than the mother, probably around the age of forty. This is shown in his rough facial skin and the graying hair on the the side of his head. The father looked too old to be a beginning mother but she was much younger than the father. As seen in her facial expressions and the way the facial skin moved, she could have been around the age of thirty.

The major difference between the two couples could have been the fact that the second couple had an interracial relationship. The first couple looked like your typical-looking American couple. The second couple consists of an older Englishman, due to his accent as he spoke into the ear of the mother, and a young Eastern Asian woman, although hearing her voice would seem that she was born in the United States.

The couple couldn't wait for the reward that they would nine months for. Their impatience seemed to rush the scene and all the actions of the doctor and nurse seem to quicken as if someone had pushed fast forward. The scene slowed to the point where a pop could be heard, although like a subtle sound in the chaotic room. A head pops out from the area between the mother's legs and no sooner does the rest of the body pops out behind it. The nurse is caught off guard but she manages to catch the baby and keep it from falling to the floor. Fortunately, only water from the uterus and blood seep onto the floor.

The couple awaits the outcome of the final push. The nurse's cap is seen rising from in between the mother's legs and her face after. The shoulder enter in the sight of the mother as well as the arms carrying a small and tiny little person in it. The face of the baby is zoomed into the face of the mother and the pain shown on the mother's face dramatically changes from a tired frown to a radiant smile. The face of the foreigner father radiates as well but not as shining as the mother. The father takes this moment as the baby is in their gaze to whisper into the ear of the mother the baby's name, "Marianne."

At a moment's notice, using concentration and quick thinking, Dr. Holden uses the current image and covers the top image with it. He goes on to the next pair of images but instead of working on it, he inputs a sequence and the program automatically formulates the rest of the images. It is like the first images were a test and the rest will be worked on in regards to the first test, since it was so successful.

When the audio stops at the name "Marianne," the scene stops as well. The scene fades out but when it does dozens and dozens of images fade in and rush in like the morning rush hour on the highway. They move so fast that it's hard to tell which scene from which. But as the images flash before me, my mind is told that it can remember bits and pieces of information, and can piece them together like a puzzle, forming some sort of profile. The profile that is fabricated within my time in my sleep can be listed as follows:

My name is Marianne Carpo. I am the youngest daughter of Edward Carpo and Karen Valeri. I have an older sister whose name is Sasha Carpo. Currently I am 19 years of age. My date of birth is September 16, 2009 and the current date is May 22, 2027.

I currently live in New Denali. So does my sister but she lives in another part of the Ventura Heights District. I used to live elsewhere. When I mean elsewhere, I mean overseas. I used to live in London with my mother but a great deal of drama happened that landed me right here in this city. I was in London since I could remember, probably around the age of 4 or 5. My mother says that I was born in London when she was married to a Englishman much older than her. My sister, Sasha, was born in America, where my mother was originally but married and then divorced by an Caucasian man. This is why me and my sister only have the features of my mother.

But before I can go on ranting on in my sleep about my lengthy and detailed lifespan between the ages of 18 and 18 and a half, the procedure of implanting my mind is fast forwarded and finished in no time.

Dr. Holden continues to type code into the keyboard and on the screen the same code scrolls downward in a text box. At a certain point in time, Dr. Holden stops typing and a button on the lower part of the screen says "FINISH." The doctor maneuvers the mouse so that the arrow is over the button. The arrow changes to a hand with its index finger pointing at the button, as if ready to press it. Dr. Holden presses the left mouse button only once and the button on the screen animates as if it were depressed. In a speed faster than the African cheetah or fastest bird, the code Dr. Holden carefully inputed starts scrolling upwards.

Countless images rack my brain with memories. Memories that is so easily remembered and reenacted and some memories that stay lodged in the brain with no easy access to remember them. As the rushing river of images and event flow into my mind, a familiar yet unrecognizable voice calmly says in my mind, saying, "Relax." Once I do, everything ceases to go on. All memories, images, events, and indescribable things disappear and I'm left in a darkened room with the sound of only my breathing steadily keeping oxygen in my body. I am given the choice to wake up and the sleep-induced bondages have been broken.

I choose to open my eyes.