If there is a horrible Tour Bus wreck

You are in a deep sleep, dreaming about a old girlfriend who looks so beautiful when she gives you the bold fresh smile. The two of you embrace and rub each others backs and flanks with loving hands, suddenly you are awoken to a loud crashing sound as a Tough Ellon Truck whose drunken driver is in a high speed chase with the cops rams the tour bus at ninety three miles an hour. The bus folds inwards, throwing the people inside violently about. The drummer is the only one wearing a safety belt when the bus warps out of shape he ends up with a sprained wrist and a broken nose. Milky Markerlickous, the bass player was standing up and going to the cooler for a cold beer, he flys through the windshield ending up laying on the road out cold with massive brain damage, three broken ribs and a collapsed lung, he dies before the ambulance arrives. The guitar player is sitting in one of the seats that is bent and warped, his legs shatter in seven places, his right arm is severed and he will be in a coma for five weeks. Jicks Thompson, the keyboard player and unofficial fifth band member is completely unharmed, not a cut or bruise on him. Last but most important, you are broken open spilling your internal organs all over the road, vary fucking dead, the pain was super intense, but short in duration.

The End

But you do not stay dead. That body, that life is just cosmic dust piled on a memory valve of the multi-verse. But you live again. reborn reincarnated into the next go. This time you are someone fairly famous. You are....