I'm posting this for a friend who has had these memories since she was young. Lately they have been getting more intense and more vivid. We've both been searching for some answers, but really don't know where to look, or who to even talk to to verify some of these memories she has. This is from her: "I'm having a dream I am in king Henry the 8th's court. I am probably around 15 when the dream starts, he's with his first wife the Spanish Queen. I'm in her apartments often helping her. My family encourages me to listen to her and help her often. Henry is young, vibrant, handsome and very much in love with his wife. I have dreams of doing needlepoint with her, playing a harpsichord I think... And just doing what any lady should. Other times I am gossiping with some girls about Anne. And later Jane Seymour. Then I have dreams where Henry is near and he smells. He smells so bad from wounds the wouldn't close on his legs and back from a fall off a horse. He makes me want to puke, but I smile and excuse myself outside before gagging. My father or uncle or someone head of my family comes to my apartments to tell me to stay away from the king. When he enters the room I am to leave the room. They don't want to have a scandal on the family name and to catch the Kings eye is to catch my death. Other times I'm doing other things. Standing at great parties, dancing with some man I'm assuming is who I am betrothed to since my family insists on me being nice to him and I have to make him like me." She's really frustrated by it all and just wants to understand it. There's a lot more memories than just these. Such as remembering King Henry reading Queen Anne Boylen's letters begging his forgiveness and to release her from prison out loud to court, and the Dukes and Duchesses laughing at her "stupid requests, because everyone knew she was guilty of incest". "Her babies were never born because they were the seed of the devil, planted deep in her womb to tempt Henry to evil. But he saw through her and her families rouse and now they will be punished as only God can punish such horrible sin." She also has random ones, like making tea, and more recently riding a horse. She said she could see the path vividly, the branches that hung over it, and the way the horse's muscles moved as it ran, and could smell the grass. She can remember small details, like the horse was black with a white patch on its neck, at least 17 hands, and she was riding it with a worn leather english saddle. Her skirt was dark blue with gold thread embroidery. We're trying to figure out who she might've been in hopes that it either makes the memories stop, or at least brings some closure to them. Any help figuring this out would be so appreciated!