[hoodat]

For many years I had the sensation of being stabbed through the back into the heart just as I fell asleep. It was painless; more like a memory, and I thought that was probably the way I would die.
Then, while working at a cash register with my mind essentially blank I suddenly saw this brute of a fellow with a thick black beard wearing leather armor. He was running up an embankment when he was stabbed in the back by a spearman. I somehow knew this was me in a past life and the light dawned. This was not how I would Die but how I had died in the past.