Hello, I am a new member. I have spent the last several nights reading many threads here, some back to the early 2000s. I consider myself a "sensitive." I'm almost afraid to post this, but here goes. 1: I have had recurring dreams of one situation since I was about six in 1970. At that point in my life, I don't recall that I knew anything about sacrifice, the stone age, caves, or dinosaurs. I didn't go to pre-school or kindergarten, as my mom was a stay-at-home-mom and read to us and played with us. Our TV access was to things like Romper Room. I remember the first time I had this dream. I remember what sheets were on my bed, the small pink lamp in my room that my mom left on all night so we wouldn't be scared, and that my sister's baby bed was in my room. This dream was so real and upsetting that I have an ingrained memory of my room and everything about the dream. As I said, I was six. I don't think I had started first grade yet. In my dream, I was in a dark cave at night. There was a fire burning for light. The people in the cave with me looked like people who would have lived in the stone age. I was myself in the dream, so a six-year-old little girl. I was tied, face-down, onto a large table-like rock that was large enough for adults to lie on. I was being sacrificed, and the way they planned to kill me was to allow these creatures (they seemed like dinosaurs or mastodons) to crush me by walking on my back. I was crying and asking the people not to let me die, but the creatures walked on me. I woke up screaming and my back was actually in spasms that lasted after I woke up. Of course, my sweet mother came to check on me and said it was a bad dream. However, I have had that same dream several times in my life, even as an adult, and I wake up with back spasms. It seems very real, and I wonder if I was sacrificed in a PL. 2: This one happened around the same time, when I was six, but I had started school by this time. We lived in the same house. I had an "imaginary" friend, but I think she may have been a spirit. Her name was Lenny, which is usually a man's name. I didn't know anyone with that name and had never heard it. She had long, blondish, straight hair and green eyes. She was my age since we were about the same size. She wore a goldish yellow turtleneck and kelly green pants. We played together, but she made me do bad things. She wanted me to be mean to my dolls to show me what she knew in her life. I would do some of the things she told me to, like poke my dolls in the eyes or throw them, but it confused me, because I would not do that type of thing myself. It's like she wanted me to be bad and mean to get her anger out. My mother was amused and concerned about my imaginary friend, but she seemed completely real in 3-D and technicolor to me. She would sit in the bathroom with me while I took a bath and want me to put dolls in the water to drown them. I could go on about things she wanted me to do to hurt my toys, but I won't go into that much detail. I have looked online for any girls named Lenny who may have been abused and murdered around that time, but I have had no luck. I feel like that is what had happened to her. I was so confused about it at the time, and felt like she was the "devil over my shoulder." After a few months of this, she went away when we moved. I know this isn't my past life, and she was a spirit, but I wanted to put this out for comment. It has always really bothered me. I think either she was tied to that house or that she realized I wasn't going to play out the torture on my dolls, so she left. I will be very interested to hear everyone's thoughts on this.