Same I asked my papa who fought in the World War Two and he said he had a friend who had the same name if somebody who supposedly was my friend in my past life

I have nightmares about being raped

I can feel everything...

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yeah me too. Specifically, with this one memory that always lives in the back of my mind; it's about where me and some lady.. who I was convinced as my mom..? went to a post office. she was standing there, getting the keys to open up our mail box, and I was examining all the other boxes. (i was somehow fascinated at how all different kinds of people's mail were in boxes on the wall.) I looked through and one of them, it was taken out of the wall, and I could see through the other side of the bank. (into the vault or some other room.) that's when the memory- or dream- ended. still to this very day, whenever we go to the Post Office, my mom always says the same answer: "this never happened" "that was not me" "we never, ever, ever, had a mailbox here" we always use the one at our house.