I awoke with a flash of light and a voice trying to calm me; it was of an elderly man who was sitting across from the stretcher I lay upon. He said that I was found with a gunshot wound to my head inside a shallow grave. He explained that he saved my life and that he wanted to make sure I was alright physically as well as mentally. We started with word association. The first word was dog, and I said feed. The next was house, I said shelter. He said night, I said sleep, but when he said the next word, I felt a strange feeling like I had no control of what I said next.