In my memory, I was a 12 year old boy and the year that came to mind was 1905. The recording had me look at my reflection and I looked in a pond or lake. I had curly, black, medium length hair and dark skin. I remember wanting to laugh and hit the water, but I didn't because I wanted to see what I looked like. I had a father, mother, and an older sister I felt very close to. We were in/near a grove of some sort, and it was hard to see because it was dark out, but there were a lot of smaller bonfires and one huge one. I saw a lot of trees nearby, but not by the big fire. I could see a lot of wagons in the firelight, some brightly colored and some not. I remember seeing one red one that stood out to me. I think it was my sister's wedding and everyone was dancing and my father was fiddling with a few other men. I remember being very happy and also very happy for my sister. (I feel like her name started with a V, it almost seemed Russian to me. My name was Jakoba, pronounced Yahkoba.) I was watching her dance and I saw one of my friends, another boy. He had a terrible harelip. I remember wondering what it was like to lick my lips with a harelip like that and wanting to poke it. The next thing that came up was my death. I was in the woods and it was daytime out, the sun was out and it was warm. All I remember is somehow being shot in the stomach and being in a lot of pain. No one was there and I felt so sad that I wouldn't see my sister again. I wanted to cry (my actual self) and I could see myself curled up on the ground, holding my stomach and groaning in agony. This post and discussion is continued in the thread Gypsy?