Death and comas

A 4 month journey to recovery and memory

I fell and smashed my head, rendering me unconscious. My mother, long since dead, accompanied my in the ambulance. My father visited the woman I was with in her dreams and told her I would return. I was in a 4 month coma/semi-coma. Twice I watched my body as I felt a touch on my left forearm, and I returned to my body. When I managed to return home she called the cops on me and I spent Christmas in a shelter, and Easter in another shelter. Thus I began my journey to hitch across the country one more time to spend the rest of my life in Vancouver or Victoria.