Among my dreams, about twenty years ago I dreamed I had just been seated on a chair in a basement, my family around me. Suddenly . . . chaos, bloodshed, and the release of spirits.
I dreamed that dream a number of nights. But I'm not Alexandra, nor anyone else from that room . . . I'm me, for better and for worse! And the connection I have to the IF is one born of reading, research, imagining, and theorizing. Plus drawings I have made, essays I have written, conversations with a number of people, and travels to various locations.
There's nothing wrong in feeling connected to those who no longer walk the earth. But appropriating previous lives does, I think, show either a lack of respect for the dead, or an inability to come to grips with one's own life.