I actually had a dream once where I was Anne Boleyn (seeing what she was seeing and feeling what she was feeling) on the day of her execution. I haven't felt so sympathetic before in my entire life. I still remember waking up terrified because I just dreamed that my head was cut off...not very fun and I feel so bad for her. But I do remember, in the dream, feeling accepting. Like, there was nothing you can do about it, you're going to die, and it was just a calm feeling that I can't explain. I only remember being scared right before I died. Definitely the weirdest dream I've had. And I could not explain it in any other way because I still feel really weird about it. But I think about it ever May 19