I had a dream where every person, at exactly midnight on new years following their 22nd birthday, they possessed the body of their soulmate and people ran around trying to figure out who they were so that they could find eachother, and they left notes for the body’s owner to find with their address. And there were some language gaps so people had to translate it and travel to different countries carrying the notes they were left, and it was great
write a book right now
You’ve been looking forward to it ever since you were a small child, and your parents told you the story of their own swap. Thankfully for them, they only lived a small distance apart. You’ve heard stories of couples that have had to traverse oceans to find the ones they were destined to be with.
You’ve had the date marked down calender after calender for years now. January 1st, 2018. Finally, it’s here. It’s December 31st, 2017, and this is the time you’ve been waiting for for years. You don’t know how painful the swap is going to be for you (everyone you’ve asked has given a verying response), so you’ve elected to be asleep for the experience.
You bid a quiet goodnight to your family, who is out in the living room, anticipating the coming of a new year. You slip quietly under the covers, and eventually you fall into a restless sleep after who knows how long tossing and turning, thinking of the one you’re destined to be with.
The questions float about your sleeping brain. Who are they? What are they like? Are they short? Are they tall? Do you know them, or are they a stranger to you?
Finally, you wake up the next morning. But something isn’t right. The ceiling you stare at is your own. You look down at yourself. Your body… your own. You get up, and run into the bathroom. The face that stares back at you is your own. You fall to the floor and let out a strangled, despairing cry as you realize…
You have no soulmate.
You jerk awake, still a little panicked from the dream. But… this isn’t your bed, and these aren’t your hands—
Someone calls to you in… French, maybe? You only took Spanish in school, but it sounds somewhat familiar. You don’t respond.
There’s a piece of paper by your desk and you find a pen and hurriedly start writing down every identifying feature about yourself—name, birthday, phone number, facebook, address.
You’ll make this work.