i am not an alien

I am not an alien, but man, I sure feel like one this morning. I had weird dreams all night and then, this morning, walking around the yurt, I had the distinct impression that I was really an alien consciousness, beaming into this life as some kind of extreme vacation or training program for…something. I could see the props–legos, cereal box, dirty dishes–and I knew what to do. I had been prepped for this. But I also knew that this was not my real life. Even now, they’re probably scurrying around, screaming “tech support!” because it is not supposed to be noticeable to the host body that she has been taken over….