"Thank you mister sci-fi novel! Cool story bro, tell it again?" I said.

"You're not supposed to be dead. You see, Im part of this group. Its part of the supernatural I suppose you could say. Some people die, who were not meant to. Just because of a fluke in the universe. Your fluke happens to be that small piece of shackle that broke beneath you. Thats what killed you. But oh no, that shackle was not supposed to break, that shackle was not part of your plan. Its our job to fix it. Since in your life before, you're dead, so we obviously can't send you back. So we put you in a new life, a new body, a new time. Seen yourself lately?"

I gasped. I sped over to the barbershop window and stared at my reflection. A different reflection stared back at me. I had shaggy, layered, blue-black hair, and round sea green eyes. I was was slightly shorter than before, now about 5'0. My nose was more upturned, and my lips more round. But this wasn't me.

"Who am I!" I put my head in my hands. I always had a problem with panic. I was shaking.

"You can keep your name Luna. You've been called that your whole life. You live on your own in a flat just down the road, here in London. Your parents live back in the states, you came here to do some studying. Your last name is Bolet. Your birthday is April 19th, 1944. You're 18 years old. The rest you can come up with yourself."

"This isn't true, it isn't. This isn't happening. Im asleep. I fell asleep watching Spongebob flip Krabby Patties. This is a dream. This is not real. Its a lie."

"Im sorry. Its not." The man said.

So I did what anyone else would do. I ran like the wind.

I stopped a couple blocks ahead, catching my breath, my hands on my knees. What now? An image flashed into my mind, me as a small 8 year old, crying in my bed, my moms arms wrapped around me.

"Mom it was so awful. The spiders mom. They chased me, all the way to China. They wanted to eat me mommy, I don't want them to eat me." I cried into my moms shoulder. She quietly shushed me, telling me it was ok. "If you ever have another nightmare as bad as that one, pinching won't do. You've got to jump Luna. Find something to jump off of. It'll wake you up, and the scary people will be gone." My mom smiled.

"You really think that'll work?" I asked quietly.
"I know it will," she touched my nose "now get some sleep." She switched off the light and slipped out.

Thats what I had to do! This was a dream, a nightmare even. I needed to jump. I wanted to be back home.

I ran into the nearest building, the door was unlocked. It was empty, it wasn't rented out yet. I took the stairs two at a time all the way to the roof. The roof door was locked. Guess it'd be a window then. I slipped into one of the higher rooms, and stood on the window ledge, peeking down. It was higher than I thought. It wouldn't hurt though. It was a dream anyways. I just needed to step forward and... suddenly I heard voices. Male voices, joking around with one another, laughing like madmen. The strolled around the corner, 4 or 5 of them, yelling. They wouldn't see me. I was on a window ledge a few stories high, in the middle of the night. No, they wouldn't see me.

They saw me.

Well one did. He caught my eye, his eyes widening in fear. He jabbed his friends and pointed at me, they talked quietly.

"Luv, what you doin' on the window?" One asked. A scouse accent I think I heard.

"I think Im jumping." I said it like a question.

"May I ask why?"

"Because I need to wake up. This is a dream."

"Im pretty positive this is not a dream. Lads, is this a dream?" A chorus of "no's" followed.

"It is! Now walk along! Im going to wake up and get the hell out of here!" I almost screamed.

"Please miss, come down. You don't want to do that. I swear upon my life and all of the others lives that this is not a dream. Come down."

"Yeah!" another one joined in, "I don't think you want to die! Living is pretty nice. Don't die."

What now? This was a dream, they weren't real. They sounded pretty convincing though, and now I was a little to petrified to jump. But I had to. I lifted one foot and...

"STOP!" another one yelled, "Don't do it! Please! Why are you doing it?"

"This. Is. A. Dream." I yelled, "A terrible dream! I just want to get out!"

"This is real, don't you understand? No matter how unrealistic things may seem, you never know, it could actually happen! Pinch yourself! Does it hurt?" He called.

I pinched myself, feeling a slight stab of pain. But that didn't totally disapprove that this wasn't a dream. I was going to do it.

Then I felt strong arms wrap around my stomach and jerk me inside. One of them had come up here. I was flung over his shoulder and carried down the stairs.

I kicked and screamed, but with my new body, I was way smaller, and smaller equals less convincing.

I finally felt my feet hit the ground, I moved my hair out of my face, since it was a lot shaggier than before, and peeked up.

I was looking into the faces of my heroes.

Ladies and gentleman, The Beatles.