Not that I believe these dreams are more than power of suggestion gone horribly wrong, but I really should have figured.
For the record, I was not born in 1840. I am not a Southern Boy who says Yes, Ma'am, and I don't have cravings for blood. It might have felt real, but it's not. Now fighting in the Civil War was an interesting twist. I suppose I should thank my head for a short period of sanity.