Epicaricacy.

By being stabbed in the throat. It was odd. Like, I was in the back of this armored truck that seemed impossibly long, and there were about two 'bad' guys in the armored truck that had uniform on, like soldiers. There were piles of bodies in the truck that were either dead or barely alive, and I was among the piles. So then one of the guys walks down from the end of the truck, stabbing the bodies as he walks along, whether the person's dead or not obviously doesn't matter to him.

I pretend to be dead, but I get stabbed anyway, and I die. It was odd. I didn't feel any pain whatsoever, and for some reason, I had a soul. I don't believe in souls, but anyway, I became like this light-blue.. mist-like soul and I floated all the way over somewhere far and eventually reached this Japanese girl and I just suddenly 'replaced' her soul, sort of, and became her. Odd, yeah.

I woke up after that. Oh yeah, I have to note that the day I woke up, I was going to visit a concentration camp. Dachau.