My next discovery was one with the name "Anne
Boleyn" on the label. I knew I had heard the name before,
but I could not think exactly where. I checked out the dress, it
looked like a costume from a film about merry old England. The
dress did not seem to have a means to undo it, so I decided to
pull it over my head, arms first. After some struggle I found the
openings of the sleeves and started to push my head through the
tight neck ruff. As my eyes began to appear through the ruff a
vanished tingle invaded my head, but the sensation of pushing my
head through the tight collar continued, like head was there but
not there. I finished pulling the dress on and adjusting it so
that it felt comfortable and then turned to the mirror. The wide
skirt did not look unusual, the bodice seemed normal and the
sleeves ended half way down my upper arms. The shock was that my
head was in the crook of my right elbow. There was nothing above
the ruff about my neck. It was as if I had been beheaded and then
given my own head to carry. Thinking the word
"beheaded" brought to mind where I had heard of
"Anne Boleyn", she was one of the executed wives of
king Henry the eighth of England. I reached up the check what had
happened to my neck. My probing fingers felt skin inside the ruff
as if skin had grown over the stump of my neck. I checked under
my head and found the same thing.