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    MY NAME IS AMBER AND I SAY YOUR WEBSITE WITH PAST LIVE STORIES ON IT AND I CAME HOME AND MY MOM TOLD ME OF STUFF I TOLD HER WHEN I WAS ABLE 2 TALK AND THIS IS WHAT SHE TOLD: EVER SINCE THE DAY I CAME HOME FROM THE HOSPITAL I WOULD FREAK OUT TO BE IN A CAR BY MYSELF, OR EVEN BE IN A CAR, GO OVER A BRIDGE, AND BY A LAKE. WHEN I WAS OLD ENOUGH TO TALK I WOULD TELL MY PARENTS ABOUT MY PAST LIFE AND I WOULD SAY ME AND MY OTHER MOMMY DIED LIKE THAT MEANING THAT WE DIED BY GOING OVER A BRIDGE INTO A LAKE IN A CAR. MY MOM TOLD ME I WOULD TELL THEM ABOUT MY PAST LIVE FAMILY AND LIVE. WELL, THAT'S MY STORY THAT ISN'T MADE UP.  - SINCERLY, AMBER
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I remember I was a little boy,  about 8 years old, and the school bus was late, so I decided to walk.  As I began to cross the street, I could hear a screaching sound, it was the tires of the bus.  I couldn't get out of the way, and the bus hits me.  I feel this searing pain all over my body.  There is a wet feeling on the back of my head and neck, I assume it is blood from where my head hit pavement.  There are people everywhere, just standing around, watching me die, but no one wants to help me.  I scream at them for help, pleading with them, but no one moves.   They just stare, muttering to themselves as everything fades away and I wake up. Thanks for indulging me, I really needed to get this off my chest, - Adversity's Child
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the only thing i can remember about a past life so far is my hair flying, and the screech of wheels*~*~Abba Dabba~*~*
 

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    Hi at least I know now that I am not the only one that feels as if I have lived before. every since I was small I have had dreams of drowning I am scared to death of going out in boats. one time my blood pressure drop and I passed out although I did not know it because I was in  an old passenger train walking through the lunch car I could not see myself it was as if I was there, I could see other people and they would nod at me as if they knew me. when they brought me around I was very confused because I could not figure out where I was. My mother thinks I had a dream but it felt so familiar and the type of clothes the people had on I have admired since I was little I always wished I could dress like that.  I have strong senses of dejavu frequently The husband that I have now I dreamed of three years before I even met him and I was married to my first husband. I have a three year old son that every since we moved and the first time we drove past a school he was two then he said that my school and he has insisted every time we go past it that that is his school, he is a very intelligent child and sometimes he seems to be wise beyond his little years. i know I sound crazy but this dream of drowning and senses of dejavu have happened to often to be ignored I just am not sure
what to think of them.
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 Hello Im a 24 year old girl in south carolina, my whole life i have felt like i was looking for something, many times  hearing a voice calling my name.....I have been sitting many times since then and had visions of flames, people screaming,and just many crazy differnt things.. one of my strongest visions i have  more often that any other is of a girl beign murdered in a box car..i have  always been drawn to life of early times, but i myself was born in 1978...i constantly feel like i'm not suppose to be where i am and i need to get away from here..i always feel as if i'm  well older than what i am, like i have accomplished things and its time to settle down, knowing good in well i  have accomplished anythign great in my 24 years except stay outta trouble and be good to others..I dont' fear much except death now it scared me the most of anything...another factor is at tiems i knwo exactly what is gonna happen and how to get to places i  never have been, my friends always ask me which way to go  and how to get back whenever we go somewhere they say i must be pyschic or have lived here before..  at times i even get chills when i  travel to certain areas of town  or places and get  bad feelings when i go  places liek i knwo somethign that happend there, sometimes its so bad i refuse to  go any further and beg everyone i am with to  turn around, who knows i sure don't .. thanks for listening, Katana
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I am not sure if this was really a past life or not.
       I once dreamed that I was at a circus, and all of a sudden the tent was ablaze. I looked behind me and a clown was chasing everybody--trying to get them out. I don't really remember anything after that,
though. But, in sixth grade, in English, I read something about a young girl that was caught in a 'circus fire' and the clowns had been rushing everyone out. The young girl was caught in the fire though and hadn't made it.
       The dream seemed so real -- I felt as though I was there.  -- Bryanna D.M.

More Memories
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    Well to began I would like to say Since I was about 14. I would have these Dreams more or less
 Nightmares than dreams, then, I was Diagnosed with night terrors. my REM sleep is disturbed from
 something Traumatic that happen'd in my life that I dont remember. Why Iam telling you this is because I want you to know I have these Vivid Dreams almost everyday of my life. it dosent matter if Iam sleeping during the day, around someone, or just taking a quick nap they hit me hard. It all started not near a beach in the front line but in the sky. I have this strange sensation of flying but iam still nervous warry of something. But before I can realize what, I here these loud zinging noises passing by and a loud pop and a rush of crackling. I look around and see farmiliar faces I was on a plane. I kept hearing someone yelling over the loud zings and twangs then it really hit me i was surrounded by Young men in Uniforms. in a plane getting shot at
     I started to crouch lower and lower. The man that was yelling had started again something about near dropoff then a loud BAM drown'd him out . for the first time i could see the worried faces inside the plane that night. some farmiliar, some I just knew I'd seen and met a short time before. Through the fire and smoke these men were waiting. then I heard the voice again saying you will be jumping a little bit earlier than scheduled may god be with you all.
    the first line of men stood up and after a few second started jumping in sequence to what the man was yelling. he called out something else familiar and I stood up with the next row of men.I was holding on to the guy's parachute in front of me. I didnt want to let go but i forced my self to. We strided forward when i was almost to the front I could see a worried but proud look on the man calling us outs face then the guy in front of me jumped and I followed. as I jumped a few feet away from the plane I realized i was still hooked to the plan I panicked then suddenly remember'd it was my shute line it tugged me. i flew back and could see the plane and realized one of the engines was on fire and the loud poping and crackling was the engine blazing to its death through the night sky as I slowly swung back and my parachute was opening I could see men bailing out of the plane behind me the parachute swung open and blocked my view.
    then I heard a loud Explosion, and through the parachute I could see a Brilliant light It was the plane I was on. it had exploded with the rest of the men on it before they even had a chance.As I watched it burn into view sudden gushes of wind were blown my way metal was flying everywhere worries of Flying bullets and what to do next was pushed out of my mind when I was suddenly slammed into another one of the Parachuters we had hit hard i tried to spin around and see him but finally when I had, I suddenly wish I had not. He apparently got hit by a piece of the plane and his chest was almost caved in. I suddenly couldnt move, I just floated down I couldnt see him anymore because the Burning plane flew out of view but I still Stared into the Darkness where he had been. And I cried for him I could hear the whizzing of bullets and shouts around me And everynow and then an Explosion most likely artillary would light around us and everything faded away
    I woke up and Cried... This is the first part to my past life. I land later on it goes on pretty far but I regret to say I Do not make it out alive If you would like me to send you the rest of my Dreams I will.I know they are parts of my past life Because I have them in order until I die and they keep occuring Well sorry for the misspelling But iam in a hurry Iam at work. I have wrote down All of my Dreams of my past life in a Journal because they keep coming back and Ive tried to figure out where I was, mabye Who? thank you, Don III
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    I'm not sure if this a past life thing, but to me it was very real, like I was there: I was a girl, about 8 a while ago. There was a man and a woman there too, possibly my parents. I think it took place over a movie theater in a city, The man and woman were fighting and I was afraid so I hid under a desk  someplace. Then they stopped fighting and I heard a thump. The woman started screaming. Then there was wind, It came from a window, I think and a book on the desk flew open. I don't no what happens next, but I have a strong suspicion that I and/or someone else dies. Thanks, -"Storm"
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    So far up to this point, I have two things that suggest two different past lives, but I feel comfortable sending one. The memory of the past life that I remember best is of me being a 6 year old caucasian boy. I was in my kindergarten class, and the teacher was holding up clear plastic colored circles, a blue and a yellow one. She was demonstrating how yellow and blue make green. I know that this was a past life memory because in my life right now, I had skipped kindergarten, and because I was a different race and gender (In my current life, I'm an Asian girl). ~ Yukira
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    i have this thing with Ernie, from sesame street. always have. not Bert, just Ernie. when i was sixteen, i got a box of Ernie's for Christmas, all positioned in the box so they were staring up at me. i pulled one out, an antique, a puppet with a hard plastic (or rubber) head and hands. "oh, this is just like my Ernie!", i told my mother. she denies ever having seen one before buying that particular one for me, but dammit i have had that Ernie before! I know I have! i searched through my old toys several times, and 'my ernie' has yet to surface. there is a dry cleaners in my city which is run from a rather old and very distinctive building. it's sort of a landmark; it's got these great stone angels blowing trumpets on the front of it, it's very pretty. i remember eating there with my grandfather and my mother and there was a radio station there that night, some kind of a contest ... and we ate ribs or barbecue, something like that. mum swears up and down it was a dry cleaners long before she moved here with her parents and siblings in the seventies.
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    all my life and i am 50 now i have had moments that i would shut my eyes and it was like turnning on a tv set. i would see people from differtent times and events that made no sense to me. i cant make it happen for it comes and goes. i have never believed in past lives at all, however now i wonder if its possible. the last few years i have been drawn to a time period that now haunts me. 1898 to 1942 is where i seem to belong. when i see old movies i watch the clothes style and hair, the funiture and houses. i cry and caught myself saying i wish i could just go home. i perfer the music and dance of this time period and sense i was so happy. i am confused now to be honest with you and dont know what to make of any of this. something happened in 1942 but i dont know what. it scares me. i think the city looked like new york but i came from elsewhere. judy harkness
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    i often think that in my past life i was killed at a young age. Like if i see a swing set it will trigger my memory and i will have a flash back of being on it. While i am on it i am happy, in the distance there would be a man and i would see him approaching me, and i would instantly feel very afraid. And some times i will have dreams of this father figure abusing me in my past life form. i think that it was very possible that he might have killed her at a very young age.
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    In high school, I dreamt that I was in a club or restaurant. I was holding a small girl's hand. She wore a hat, and she had sliced her finger and it was bleeding and she was crying, so I took her to the bathroom to clean her up. It was a beautiful bathroom, very classy, with towels, and goldish doorknobs and sinks and I passed a mirror and instead of seeing me, I saw a different me, much older, wearing a blue dress with white polka dots. My hair was done up, and I wore red lipstick. During the dream, this seemed normal. I kneeled down to the child's level and comforted her and cleaned up her cut. She grabbed my hand and we left the bathroom. As we walked out, a band was playing very beautiful music, and the club was almost empty - the only people there were some men in uniforms, chatting and smoking cigars. One of the men yelled something offensive to me, and i was rushing out to get away from the obscene men, when i looked across the room and saw a man in a uniform. It was beige and he wore a hat and carried a bag. seeing him made my heart skip a beat. I was in shock. The little girl let go of my hand and ran to him and jumped into his arms and i walked closer. He resembled my high school sweetheart, only older. He had tears in his eyes as he whispered to the child. He put her down and we stood there, looking at each other as though it wasn't real. Suddenly, i ran to him and I was complete. It was as if i had thought i would never see this man again. The dream was so old fashioned and the music was beautiful, something my grandmother might enjoy. Since then, i have always thought that the dream was real, just in another time. In the dream, i was the happiest i have ever been. Is it possible that i dreamt of a real experience or was it my imagination? i feel as though i am such an old soul, and believe my soul has lived before and that i will live again.
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    My name is Artisha Music i am 14 years old and i can remember all kinds of things i have lately remembered me in a high school locker room talking to some friends when a locker fell on top of me and i hear screaming and that is as far as i can remember But, they didn't call me Artisha i don't remember what they called me. There are two weird things about this memory i knew what my locker number was in the locker room 125 and it was on the top role of lockers on the 2nd set. And in the memory i have never seen that high school beforehand plus i am in grade school not High School!
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More Non-Specific Times and Places Memories: I, II
Dates Uncertain: I, II, III
Ancient Times  - Middle Ages, 19th Century - 20th Century: I-II