In talking with someone who also has a PL recently, I had a very interesting thought, and I would like to get other people's opinions on it maybe. Does anyone else have memories of dreams or nightmares from their PL? There is this memory I have been having for about a year, and trying to piece together what it could possibly be. I know it is from my WWII life, and it is oddly detailed, though it doesn't seem to make much sense to me, and yet... it has persisted. In WWII, I was in at least one camp for some time, and I have memories of this. Some just quick, visceral flashes and physical sensations, some in much more vivid detail. This one has been bothering me ever since it came back because it doesn't quite seem to fit in to what would have been going on. It's not so much what is going on with me in the memory that bothers me, it seems pretty standard to something that would be going on in the medical block or some kind of experimental thing, it is the fact that while this is going on, my partner is in the next room, and I can see him through a window in the wall, and he is banging on the glass and screaming, while two men in white coats stand there and take notes and don't acknowledge what he is doing at all. (This is just a basic summary of it, if anyone is curious I am not unwilling to talk about it in more detail.) So, what does this mean? I keep thinking to myself, this couldn't possibly be accurate, for a number of reasons. One would think that if he were there, banging on the glass and screaming about what was being done, someone would maybe have... noticed, or said something, or worse, yeah? Especially considering that I was a prisoner, and he was not, and we're both men. Surely someone would think this was a little unusual. One thing I remember from back then is that I didn't sleep very much, and when I did I had horrible nightmares. I know that towards the end, I was not well. I was losing my mind and I wasn't sleeping and I was sort of... self destructing, past a point. I was talking about this recently, and how it bothers me because it doesn't make any sense, and yet it persists. It doesn't make any sense, unless it's a memory of a nightmare. I had chronic, recurring nightmares back then, and I do now. If in this life, I can still remember a nightmare I had 15 years ago vividly, I don't see why I couldn't remember a nightmare from my past life. I said this, for the first time, and suddenly it made sense. A lot of what people remember, as I have experienced and as I have seen people say repeatedly, is your day to day life... not always necessarily the big events. One of the most solidly confirmed memories I have is about a particular chair in the house I lived in that my partner also remembers... neither of us even liked it, we thought it was ugly. But we both remembered this ugly, brown chair, and where it was, and accidentally walking into it all the time because it was poorly placed. I feel slightly dumb that it took me a year to realize it would be feasible to remember nightmares, especially if they were recurring. If you have a recurring set of nightmares constantly, that rather becomes a part of your day to day life, doesn't it?