Next thing I know I am walking in a beautiful garden filled with flowers of every kind and color. I try to pick a nice flower for Svenska then I realize my right hand is missing. Back in the long corridor where I look up in the ceiling and see my hand holding the flower I was trying to pick up just earlier. Next I am running on a frozen lake in slow motion. Freeze. I am trying to say something but the words just won’t come out of my mouth. Instead a ring comes out of my mouth. I can feel a presence behind me. I hear a woman’s voice whispering something in my left ear and when I turn back what do I see? …