Ever since I could remember I always had these weird dreams, dreams of another life. They were vivid images associated with these faint feelings I barely could understand. Their meaning I didn't immediately get as I was nothing but a small child, but a part of me already knew what they were even if I tried my best to ignore it. I didn't want to believe that they were memories. That they were real. Or the one where an awkward, emotionally constipated girl finds herself being reborn in Konoha as Naruto. A male Naruto.