Hi, if you've been reading the Children's Past Lives thread, you've probably seen the post about my son. I've not really told anyone here about my own visions, so here I go. I do have a question. I did a regression from youtube.com, totally not expecting it would work. I've never been hypnotized, but I thought it was worth a shot. My son had been talking about his "old life," so I became interested. On my first try, I got VERY clear images, but I feel like if I tell someone about them, they can be dismissed because "you can't be hypnotized off the internet." Also, it came SO easily to me, it was shocking! I'd like your opinions on all of this, as always. You're all so open and accepting. I just love it! First, I was directed to think of a train platform where I'd get on a train to take my journey. I had no idea I'd see something before the trip began! As the speaker was going on about the sounds around me, I looked down and I was wearing a dress, shoes, stockings, and gloves from what looked like the 1940's era. I could see every detail---the fabric and cut of the dress, the ruffles on my gloves as well as the pearly buttons, the straps and buckle on my leather shoes, my light brown stockings, which were kind of "loose" and very unlike stockings today. My conscious mind was thinking, "Am I making this up? Surely I am!" But, there was no changing it. (I have always, always been drawn to that era, especially the music, so it really made me wonder if I was wishing it to be true. Then again, maybe that’s why I feel connected to that time in history.) I boarded the train and according to the speaker, was supposed to be looking out the window, visualizing the same familiar scene pass by again and again. Instead, I looked ahead of me, and I saw what looked like an old black and white photo, with scalloped edges, seemingly projected into mid-air. It was as if it was a small photograph lit up before me like a movie. The man on it wore a white sailor suit, but no hat. It was a casual picture, with his head cocked back a little and with a big grin on his face. His hair was blonde and wavy. A lot like Jerry Lee Lewis's hair, but trimmed neatly on the bottom and around the edges. I wasn't sure what my relationship was with him, but I knew I missed him. I didn't know our names, either. Then, the speaker told me to get off the train, so I did, still in my 1940's dress. He said I’d come to a door and it would be a color that is very significant in my life. I KNEW it would be red because I’ve always been drawn to red. However, the thing was as green as it could be. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t even make it be red. Consciously, I was trying to prove that I was ‘imagining’ this. Also, I found it strange how aware I was that I was ‘hypnotized.’ It felt perfectly natural and safe.