Hi, during past life regression meditation from youtube I have been since trying to make sense what I have experienced. I saw a mix that could come from the 1900-1910 and the 1920's. I'm still emotional from this meditation and I apologize if I don't explain this right. What told me it could be the 1920's were potentially 4 things: - A car a young man (boyfriend?) was driving that looked like a car from the 1920's. -The hair-due I had (female). I had extremely long hair (so not from the 1920's?), but I had it in a bun of some kind, below, and on each side of my face the hair was shorter and waved like it was in the 1920's. - A framed photograph looked like the ones to have come from the 1920's. -A bath suit that I saw on my body after I had drowned looked like to be around 1920's. What puzzles me is this: -That I wore no make up. I wore no nail polish. I wore long dresses (that ended above the ankle). I did not look like a typical girl that I would think was young in the 1920's. (the white shoes I wore seem to have come from the 1920's). -A house that I think the boyfriend (?) lived in (his parents house ?) had when entering it a round center. The floor was black and white (something I would think came in the 1950's, not the 1920's?). It had a huge chandelier above this round center in the hallway. He had his room on the second floor. I did not belong there. I stood close to the front door. -I went to university and/or my boyfriend (?) went to university, some sort of boarding school would be my closest guess ? (I thought "scholarship", but don't know why). On this university I could see the boyfriend (?) having been in sports wearing on him a form of uniform for this sport that was made of brown leather. I can't for the life of me figure out what sport it was. Can anyone help me? I don't know where we were (town, area). I saw that the houses were big and had big gardens and were made of wood. In this experience I thought the boyfriend (?) resembled actor James Dean (1931-55) but that could just be coincidence, that he was the same type. He was strong built. With this young man I saw that we were very close, familiar, emotional around one another, but we were different too. He had a form of intensity glowing from his eyes. I think he was taught to be selfish but he was still adapting, like looking out for me in a concern and cute way. Like he never let me go. Others could be around us but he made me feel most important, and I got shy. One time we had disagreed about something. He had the intense look in his eyes. I looked down in my lap where I had my hands. He would first be intense. Then because I was the way I was he would be silent too. I got up, had tears in my eyes I did not want him to see. He got up to and would not let me leave. Just held me. He was a very busy young man, had always lived like this (school, activities in sports, society entertaining). It felt that less was going on in my life. I had less clothes. I was not familiar in some surroundings. Some other girls made me uncomfortable. They took distance. They were different than I was. The boyfriend (?) had inner circle. Everyone there were nice to me. About my death I got cramp in a leg and could not make it up to my boat (a simple boat, made of wood). At first I did not panic because I thought I would make it back. By the look of things I was young and it was a round lake and ahead of me, before I went under, I could see a familiar white house. (I have had dreams of this house before a lot but never knew why). On the back of the house was a window-Terrance (Sorry, don't know the right word for it) but I don't know why I thought of that then. No one saw me drown. No one else was drowning with me. Maybe people had been in the back garden ? What was worst besides from experience drowning was to watch the boyfriend (?) go down the wrong path. He got mean to people. I did not know he could be so mean. Like I saw this after I had died (spooky and I can't explain it well...). I could see him drinking booze (which I thought was a big no-no in the 1920's), he also smoke a drug ? His eyes changed and his breathing. White fog came out of his mouth. He had a framed photograph of me on his night table but he would also have it in his draw where there was a bible. He was young too when I died, we were around the same age. One time it was so bad...I saw him hit a bottle in the wall up in his room, and it broke. He took up one of the broken pieces and cut himself !! I nearly was awoken from the meditation by then. The emotions were powerful. They had been powerful all along but now they got 1o times worse. He had summoned me (my spirit?). I don't know if it was in recent time after the drowning accident. I could see a man rushing in and trying to stop the bleeding from his wrist. It was most likely a cry for help but I felt guilty because I saw that the framed photograph of me was up on the night stand again, and the man who came rushing in (his father?) saw that it was there. (I was dead then but still there). I can't figure out where we lived, except that the houses were mainly built by wood on the front. Think we were in the US somewhere, but don't know where... Any help would be greatly appreciated. Is it still likely it was the 1920's? Any help with what sport it is that men wore brown leather to? /Jaimie.