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    I have three distinctly different memories and all seem to be from different lives. Two came from dreams and the other is a memory that has always just been there. I first mentioned the memory to my mother when I was about 13 or 14 years old. I never thought to mention it before because it seemed so normal. My mother and my grandmother were talking about the city bus system. My grandmother was complaining that the buses smelled bad and she didn't like to take them. Mom mentioned how fascinated she had been with the streetcars when she had first moved to Detroit from West Virginia. I said that "yes, they were fun to ride weren't they?" My mother looked at me oddly and asked how I knew, and I told her that I remembered riding them when I was a small child. She said that it was not possible for me to remember that since the streetcars quit running in the late 40's and I hadn't been born until 1951.
    But I have a very clear memory of riding them. It wasn't a bus, because I remember looking up at it and it didn't look like the bus. I remember standing on a sidewalk, my mother or some other woman was holding my left hand. The streetcar came, and we walked between two parked cars out into the middle of the street to get on. I had to step up very high to get on the streetcar, and I remember seeing that I was wearing a pair of black patent leather MaryJane style shoes and white stockings.
    The second memory was actually a dream that I had several times when I was a child. Each time I had it, it was exactly the same. At the time I had the dream we were living in a trailer. Back then (early 50's) trailers were very small, and this one was only 8 feet wide. You had to pass through each room to get to the next. My room was just behind the kitchen. It was only as long
as the twin bed I slept in. There was a shelf over my bed and a built in bureau on the other side of the room. In the dream I woke up in bed and sat up. I was in a large bed, at least a double and it was very high off the floor. It had a headboard and a footboard with posts at all the corners and
the room was large. I felt very small. I could see a window, but I could also see that the bed was surrounded by flames. Each time I had the dream I woke up for real about the time I realized that the house (in the dream) was on fire.
    The third memory was very odd. I dreamed that I was huddled in a hole in the ground. I was holding something in my hands, and it was kind of twilight and very noisy. There was a strange smell in the air. Suddenly there was an explosion near me and I leaped out of the hole and was running across what looked like a plowed field. I was zigzagging back and forth then suddenly it
felt like someone hit me in the stomach with their fist and I fell into a small depression in the ground. That was when I woke up with a strange metallic taste in my mouth. Later, when I was older, I identified the smell and the taste. I joined the Air Force in 1970, got out in 1974, and rejoined the Air Force Reserve in 1981. There was a huge change in the AF between the time I left active duty and joined the reserve. When I went back in in 1981, they were training women with weapons, and shortly after I went back in I was at the range qualifying with an M-16 when I recognized the smell from my dream.
    In fact the smell of the gunpowder actually gave me a quick flash of the scene from the dream. And the next year, my husband and I were working in the yard, clearing brush when a limb of a small tree swung back and hit me in the face. It didn't do any real damage, but I did cut the inside of my cheek and it bled quite heavily. I recognized the taste of blood as the same taste
that I had woke up with. I learned later from a friend who had been a medic in Viet Nam that when someone has a stomach wound blood backs up in the esophagus and into the mouth. And that was probably what happened in my dream. I was fighting somewhere, I don't know when (although I have an impression of a uniform that was worn in W.W.I, but a similar uniform was
worn in the early part of W.W.II), was shot in the stomach and died.
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    I have always known, since I was a small child that I had been here before, and died. I remember childhoods that are different, times places and people. And once a psychic told me that I was an "old soul", that I had been here many times before. I have a feeling that this time I will have a choice, not to return. Have you ever heard of this? -Sandi
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    I've had images in my head since I was a child and as I've grown, I've come to believe they are past lives I have experienced (I don't know that positively, but it's something I feel within myself and that I believe). Whenever I get really relaxed and calm, I tend to be able to view these images/experiences even more clearly and understand them better.
    I remember being a child, a little girl, and being with an older woman walking on the street. I believe it was in the late 1800s or early 1900s. For some reason, I believe it was in England. I've always felt comfortable and at "home" with England and I've never been there (In this life). Plus, some of the images from that life just seem to say England to me for some reason. It's more of something I feel then of something I actually know, though.
    The only time I can remember about this particular life is that this event seems to be most imprinted because it was at the time of my death in that life. I still can't quite see how I died, but I know it was an accident as when I was walking with the woman, who I believe was my mother or caretaker, I remember turning around and something was very wrong, but I can never quite see what. I believe it must have been a very traumatic ending for me since I still can't seem to be able to deal with it.
    Another life I recall I believe was during the depression. I don't know how, but I know my name was Hazel and I was in my 30s or 40s in most of my memories of that life. There is nothing amazing about the memories. I remember having headaches a lot and having to lay down. I think I had two children, but I can only remember a son very clearly, his name was Joey. He hated being called Joey, I think he preferred Joe, but I always called him Joey. In many of my memories of him, he is about 10/11yrs old and usually running in and out of the house. For some reason I don't ever seem to mind this even though the door is usually left wide open for long periods of time. I don't remember my other child's name, but I do remember another child being around. I can never see if it's a boy or a girl, but I know it is younger than Joey. For some reason, I'm more distant from that child. Or at least my memories of that child are more distant. My husband was rarely home and I don't think we got along too well, but we were always together. Since we were very young.
    I remember a home with lots of old handmade rugs and no real carpet. I think there were two main rooms. A kitchen and living area and one big bedroom that was blocked off into two parts. One for the kids, I think. I think my husband worked most of the time and had other places to go. I remember not being sure of where he was, whether he was working or with friends, and being upset about it, but not having the energy to do anything about it. I guess I was a housewife in that life and I can't quite see my age of my death, but I know my children, at least the one I am certain of, Joey, was an adult at the time(of my death), in his late 20s maybe? I think the time of my death could have been in the 50s, but I'm not sure of that.
    I DO remember being of ill health. I was tired all the time, the headaches were very bad and I remember struggling to stay awake. I remember laying down on the couch and thinking about having to wash the bed sheets and it being late in the day. I loathed having to deal with the bed sheets and trying to get them dry before bedtime. I knew I should have done them earlier. For some reason, that was what I was last concentrating on. And then as I was laying there thinking about it, I fell asleep sleep, at which point, I believe I died.  I don't remember being scared or upset about dying. It seemed almost welcomed.
    I know one life that was before the other two(I think). I was supposed to fight. I was a man, a young man. I don't know where I was, but I had tanned skin. I don't know if I was a soldier or not. I do know there were lots of people fighting, like a war, but I don't know if it was a war. I remember seeing people fighting and killing each other. I don't remember how I felt about seeing that. But the images I saw, for some reason, I wasn't yet fighting or supposed to fight when I saw those. I don't even remember my clothes or name or location or really many specifics(It's taken me a long time to remember as much as I have about this life). I just remember that I eventually came to a point where I was supposed to fight, too, and I had weapons (I don't remember having a gun though, but I might have, I just know I had weapons, but I haven't been able to see them/remember them, yet), but I didn't want to fight and I was scared.
    My family was angry with me and I felt ashamed so I do remember I left home, which is very vague to me how I did that, but I do think I deceived them and told them I would fight when I had no intention of fighting. And then I ran and hid somewhere in the woods alone. It was peaceful. I think I lived there a long time in the woods. I think I died there from illness and infection due to somehow cutting my foot (I remember having a very cut foot and it red and hurting badly, and then getting very sick after that, so that's how I think
that is how I died) and I know I died very alone, cowardly and sad. I do remember feeling afraid that no one would ever know what really happened to me. I felt horrible fear and loneliness and I remember being afraid of dying and just wanting to be home again, but I knew I couldn't go home again. While I don't remember a lot of specifics, I do remember a lot of feelings.
    I have bits and piece of other possible lives, and some I'm pretty positive of. - Audrey
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    This isn't a dream, but a memory which is very real, to this day I remember it vividly.  It's a memory of my mother (today), going to the hospital to give birth.  She was wearing a long, pink, dress and my father was holding her hand.  I asked her one day, "Remember when you were walking to the hospital doors with daddy?" (The reason for the inquisition escapes me, but I always thought that it was my brother's birth)  She looked at me and laughed, your father wasn't with me when I had your brother! I argued and said "Yes, Mom, you were wearing a long pink dress, and holding Daddy's hand...I was skipping behind you!"  Her face went pale and she said, "No, I wore a pink dress the day you were born..." Then proceeded to tell me to go play, I don't think she wanted to hear anymore.
    I know I said I would keep it short, but I had a dream about a month ago that was so real, and so vivid that I had to find out what it meant.  It lead me to Wicca (since, all of my questions concerning religion have been answered), and reincarnation.  Here is my dream:  I dreamt that every one was who they were supposed to be (husband-husband me-me daughter-daughter oldest son-oldest son, but my youngest was not there), I knew who they were, but they were not themselves (different names, looks, ages).  I am assuming that it is somewhere around the Mediterranean Sea, because I can see the blue blue water.
    We are people of importance, but only to the city.  My daughter is very very ill (she cannot breathe "right").  My husband is gone, and I am waiting for him to come back.  I tell my son to go find him (he's maybe 14 or 15).  I get him ready for his journey and send him off.  Skip to coming days, and my daughter passed away (there are so many people trying to help her), then skip again to a man coming to tell me that both husband and son have been killed.  I woke myself up because the emotions I felt were terrible.  If what I have read about past lives is true, it would explain why I panicked when my daughter caught a severe case of croup (an infection of the lungs), and why I worry so much about my husband and older son (who's 6) when they leave together, and only together (separate is okay, but when they leave together I get a great feeling of worry and sadness until they come back..then I am overwhelmed with happiness)   I don't know the time period, or where exactly this took place (I say the Meditteranean because it was so familiar when I visited it while I was in the Navy), does anyone recognize this scenario?
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My name is Atlanta and I always feel like I don't belong in this time period. When I reach back into my mind I find myself on the grassy fields of Ireland, dressed in white and dancing. I'm never older than 15 but a lot of the time I'm a child, about three or four years old. I'm feel that I'm happy then but I know that I will soon have to do something I really don't want to do, maybe, something that could kill me and I'm dancing because this is the last time I'll have a chance.
   I have other memories too, but they're just short moments like me standing on stone steps with a lion at  my side or lighting the candles of a great altar. Also, I'll start cooking something that I know how to cook very well and then I'll start adding ingredients that don't go in there but, when I taste it, it's even better. Sometimes, I'll give someone advice and they'll say "Oh how would you know, it's never happened to you," but I know; I just don't know how I know.
   I've  often been told I have an old soul, my mother says that when I was a baby she'd ask me a question and she could tell that I knew the answer, I just couldn't say it.
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    I believe I have had two past life recalls, the first was about 10 years ago.  I was visiting my daughter and I had gone to bed, I was very relaxed but not asleep when I had a vision of myself as a young boy of about 14 or 15.(I could have been a very slender girl dressed as a boy. I really couldn't tell) It seems as if I was walking through a hall or some type of porch on the side of a castle. I was with about 4 or 5 other people.  One was a boy about the
same age as I was, he looked behind us and yelled for me to run.  About that time some men caught up with us and we were in a fight.  I believe I was killed.  I don't know for sure but the vision ended.
    The second vision was that I was a peasant woman of about 30 and I was trying to get a cow out of a ditch filled with mud.  The cow hooked, or stuck its horns in me, and I died.  I have always been extremely afraid of cows, and as I lived on a farm when I was growing up this was very difficult, when I had to help milk the cows. I, also, believe I have lived other lives.  I don't know for sure as I haven't had other visions, but sometimes I will meet
people and either take an instant dislike to them or I will love them on sight.  I also feel that in my past lives I have never lived to be over 40 years old, because since I turned 40 every thing feels different.  Before I always felt as if I had some type of experience to fall back on, but now I feel as if I am feeling my way through new territory.
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    Okay, call me strange if you wish but I guess I just needed to share this with someone. I'm almost certain that they are memories, but one seems quite strange. (I dream these) I'm 15 and from Scotland. The stranger of the two:
    I'm on top of a high cliff, looking down on to a beach which is far below, and i can taste blood in my mouth and my arm is aching where there is a large gash. I turn around and there are 5 or 6 men around me holding cutlass-style swords. Theyre standing silently and I know that if I dont jump, they'll kill me anyway, in a much more painful way. So I back up, deliberately not looking where i'm going, and I drop. I hear the men shouting in annoyance and see them trying to grab me, but i've already fallen too far. Suddenly, there is a blinding flash in my eyes and i'm sitting on the other side of the island, watching myself fall. As my body hits the ground, I'm dragged back to it, and amazingly I wake up ok. I lie
still, aching all over, the sand itching at my body, then pass out. That's when I wake up in real life, so I dont know what happens.
    In the second, I'm fighting with a man who looks similar to the others, wrestling on the ground. I cut his throat and I can feel his blood on my cheeks as I push him off, breathing so hard I can hardly stand. I hear a shout and I run off into a forest, where I hide, waiting for the others...
    Don't think i'm making these up because i'm not :P . Believe me, I know how strange they seem... seeing them written here is strange for me...
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    Hi, I'm writing from NYC. Thank you for this website and all the details. I'm trying to find information about my past lives.
    I had a dream when I was about 6. I was somewhere out of this planet. There was nothing material and colors were different, they were like lights. So different environment. I was with a group. I was happy. I was spending time with them, but I had a favorite soulmate. He was very special. We also had a play : watching the earth, talking about where we wanted to look at, about the things happening, etc. Then after a while, I wanted to go there with him. He wanted to stay around much longer. I told him we would still be together and would be still happy, etc. I promised him
if we landed different places, I would find him. He said yes, then we held each other’s hands. Then we
began to journey. In real life, I couldn’t find him yet. I also believe that in my previous life, I was an
Irish man who left Ireland to come America in his 30s in 1800 something. But the ship sank and he drowned. My name was James, Johnson or something like that. I was also in ancient Grece and Rome, too. Another dream is about German soldiers and war. Countless times I saw similiar dreams. Everywhere is full of soldiers and all kinds of weapons. - Jenny
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