Many people often take it for granted that they have full control of their mental facilities. What would you do if you were forced to sit by and watch someone else take your mind and body, and use it. You were aware of what was happening, even could feel that you were doing whatever it may be of your own accord, and yet you knew it really wasn't yourself. You had a minimal awareness that you would lose that experience, yet have the memory etched into another mind with perfect clarity. You could remember things in perfect detail, things you never did, nor witnessed (yet to some extent it would seem that you had actually completed whatever that action may have been). And yet, while these events were taking place, you were robbed away from whatever you may ACTUALLY have been doing. For example: Say that you were working, let's say you did some form of construction, which typically can be a very dangerous line of work, if one is not careful and aware of their surroundings. Now let's say you had a load of equipment in your hands, sharp, pointed, or otherwise possibly dangerous equipment...you were descending a steep and rocky staircase, near a waterfront. Then, the next thing you know, you are driving in a sleek and shiny silver car...cruising at about 160 miles per hour, down a semi curvy and mountainous road, admiring the fast passing scenery of an autumn landscape - orchard trees in deep shades of yellows, browns, reds, purples...vineyards of bright yellow running for miles, even a stream trickling down between a crest on a distant rise. You are weaving in and out of traffic, racing! You feel the thrill of the speed, as well as the pull at the car from gravity and the speed dragging against it. You can feel the rumble of the engine, and hear the sound. Horns honk as you zip past people, but then you see the staircase, and your hazardous load. You are bleeding, your hands hurt, your arm is completely numb, and your shoulder dislocated. You've slashed open your arms, and part of your torso, while it isn't serious or may not require stitches, you are concerned, then you look up and realize that you've fallen down the staircase by half, and you've scraped your hands, torn your heavy weave Carhartt Jeans. You've damaged the expensive materials that you were carrying and risked falling into the ocean sweeping against the base of the side of the stairs. While you took pleasure in the feel of racing, you have absolutely no recollection of what happened between your once armed load and the top of the staircase, and your now injured body and damaged load, as well as half of the staircase. You can only speculate that you fell.
Now, let us imagine that this were to happen, events similar, boxing in the gym, while you were actually driving in rush hour traffic on your way to work, or perhaps raking leaves out of a yard, a yard that you have never seen prior, but you know is your own, and that you have lived there for 3 years, and remember the last 4 places you've lived (but in the back of your mind you are at least slightly aware that you have never seen these places or been to that area) or you notice that your skin is several shades darker and of some completely different complexion. Or perhaps you were working in a paper plant, using a grab-lift to load a roll of paper into a press, and you heard a faint alarm going off. You suddenly had the extreme anxiety, or even terror that your life was about to end, you could feel it seeping out of your muscles, your mind fading to black, as you woke up in your bed with sweat pouring down your brow and trembling all over. You began to weep, feeling as though you have either just witnessed a death, or taken a big part in causing it. Imagine that these sorts of things were to happen on a regular basis, starting as infrequent as once every few years, and slowly increasing to as often as 3-5 times a day. Lasting from as little as a couple of seconds to minutes, possibly hours, having no way to know when or where the next will happen. Would you feel safe to leave your own home? Would you be able to sleep in your bed, knowing that it is very likely you'll be spirited away to another life somewhere...and while you might be content and happy in that life, it won't last...what if it were so common that you didn't even know who you were anymore? How would you go on living? Would life really be worth living in that situation?

Something to consider, to any who would read it. I'm curious as to your thoughts