[ WP ] Your entire life has been the product of a coma dream . One morning , you finally awake from your coma , but find yourself in the 18th century . Your memories from the coma dream , and knowledge of the 21st century , are fully intact .

Slowly, I drift from my deep slumber, swimming to the surface of consciousness. These time hops are always tiring; no wonder my loved ones consider them to be the one of Unending Sleep. 
 Still, this journey was worth it. Although the hopping was random, this time I had fallen into a Future where I could learn *so much*. One with access to a Global knowledge bank, yet not So far as to have fallen to their own folly. So many ideas, so many inventions. So much money to make... 
 I better act quickly. These travels always fade, as my woken Reality re-asserts itself. I do not need the knowledge of how to make an efficient Steam Engine to be overwritten by King George's lineage. Oh, damn. Where is my notepad? I must transcribe the rest quick! *crack*. What? I am... bound? I open my eyes to darkness, and after a short panic, I settle. After all, this is n't the first time my Family have decided I have passed and to Bury my mortal `` remains''. 
 I sigh, and using the tiredness from the first journey, I descend into the Depths of time to a New form. Hopefully this one will be near enough that I may dig myself up. Just before I fully sink into Time, I hear the *scrape... scrape... scrape* of the spade and smile, thankfull for my helping hand.
