He woke up in the womb. It had been only a bad dream. A public information film about how not to live life. But he hadn't actually made any of the mistakes - the fears he listened to, the misplaced trust, the friends who took and never gave. Only a bad dream. A warning.
The fluids made a hissing sound he would be reminded of, without understanding, by the wind in branches. He yawned. Only a bad dream. There was still hope.