I did not stop to write down this moment until now. I had been dreaming about my past. My college years, I think. Yet, the dream evaporated the moment I woke up. For a good minute after waking, I did not know where I was. I didn’t not know who I was. I did not know what I was supposed to be doing.

My awareness of self, perhaps, was still in the dream of the past moments, traveling in the astro plane, or just sleeping late. I was lost for a minute laying in bed wondering what I was supposed to be doing.

Then I found myself. I remembered what it was I was supposed to do that day, and wondered at what would have happened if I had been in amnesia for longer. My wake up routine was out of place, and I forgot my morning medication.

Yet, all and all the moment was short. With me limited in as to how I can describe it. That feeling of total lostness as to what to do next.

I wondered if I became a seamless walk-in at that moment. A new soul for a still fairly young body. It took a while to hook up the new soul to the brain to tell me what to do. Yet, I feel mostly like the same person.

This waking up in amnesia has happened to me briefly before, yet I thought it was because I was traveling. This moment lasted longer, and I was at home not realizing this was home.