This is probably only the first installment. I held off for a couple days because I didn't know where to begin. Finally, I decided to begin with the 'dream' that made it obvious to me something unusual was happening. One night when I was sixteen years old, I went to sleep as usual. At some point, I went into the dream state as we cycle in and out of normally, and my concious mind 'seemed' to transfer into the body of a small child. From my pov, I was not concious and then I was concious...and completely disoriented. It didn't help that I was immediately lifted from behind and swung up into a covered carriage. It did help that I wasn't in con- trol of the body. I was confused but she was not. She scrambled up on a long bench and sat next to an elderly woman. An elderly man climbed in next, pulled a fur over our laps and his own as he sat down. The door closed and moments later the carriage jerked and lurched forward. I was amazed by the physical sensations I could feel. It was very cold. I could hear the elderly couple talking. I could hear the horses hooves, the tolling of bells at some distance, occasional voices outside raised in a shout, the creaking of carriage as it swayed. I was so amazed. Today, this memory is just like any memory you might of early childhood. Faces are very indistinct. I don't remember what was said. I remember feeling my hands, just like MY hands, pushed into a piece of rolled up fur. There was fur inside and outside, like the cover. Two furs, sewn together. Realizing I could take control, I did so and pulled my hand out to stroke the fur cover. The elderly woman reached over and gently tucked my hand back into the rolled up fur. "Francis," she scolded, "It is too cold." She wasn't speaking English but I could understand her. I thought this couldn't really be happening because I don't know this language, well somewhat, but not enough to easily understand what was said. I'd taken two years of Spanish and knew they were speaking Spanish but I the accent was completely foreign to me from what I learned in school or heard on the California streets (and schools). I didn't trust myself to speak however. I pushed my hands in deeper and concentrated on just taking in as much as I could. I was obviously a child, fairly young but I could not really tell (I'd guess four to seven). So, I LOOKED around and I LISTENED and I SNIFFED the odors (mostly oils and leathers) until we arrived wherever we were going. The carriage turned. I saw what looked like a gate or a 'hole', an opening in a wall. The clopping of the horses' hooves changed immediately. The echo was different. We pulled into what seemed to be a tunnel and it was very dark in the carriage. The carriage gave a bounce, the door whooshed open and the old man pulled away the cover. He climbed out. I stood up too knowing to follow and was swung down. I was standing on paving stones in front of stone steps. The old man was at the top of the steps opening a door. I followed him and the old woman came after me. We went inside. There were people who began helping us remove our outer clothing. A woman asked a question and I knew what she'd said, asking about church. I remember that because now I knew where we had just come from to the house. The dream faded....... It was very, very different. It was lucid and real. Somehow, I'd experienced twenty or so realtime minutes in the life of a young girl. It was as distinctly real as any time in my present life. When I woke up, vague memories of a recent and perfectly normal dream still clung but quickly faded and I remembered Francis. I realized then that I'd had several dreams about Francis in the past. I wasn't sure how many because they were so much like normal dreams that they didn't really stand out. I knew that she had been of various ages but they were fairly vague. Over the next year and a half, or so, I'd have many more dreams, some like normal dreams and a few, very few, as realistic as this one. I'll have to give some thought as to how to continue the narrative. In meantime, any comments would be appreciative. In particular I have always wondered if anyone else has every experienced spontaneous and vivid dreams, memories or visions similar to this or has ever been lucid (self-aware) during a flashback experience.