Interesting thread
I have recently started remembering things, although concerning only one life. I know it is not my only past life, that I had a few others as well.
It was supposedly in Ancient Greece although I don't know the exact century. I was the opposite gender which was rather odd. I had two main 'flashbacks', one that showed me at twenty, the other in my early thirties. In my first one, I had a short beard, medium length wavy dark brown hair, dark eyes and a bit of a mischievous grin. I was on a sort of a rocky, semi-wooden hillside,that offered good seating and protection. I was there with an army, although I don't know which one. I was sitting on a rock, in full panoplia, joking with two of my friends who were still putting on their armor. We were preparing to engage in a fight. One of them, my best friend,was named Aristeides. It wasn't his first battle, he had seen war before. He didn't want to hear anything about it as long as he could. Me, and my other friend we didn't understand him, we had never fought before. We still laughed at those immature dark jokes. I remember Aristeides, telling me to stop, in a friendly manner of course. We then had to get up to go to the battle site. Later on that day, after the battle (which I didn't see), I saw myself near a beach, knee high in water, standing above the corpse of my friend (not Aristeides). I knew I had weakened him with my dark jokes about war, that I had contributed to his death. I wanted to take his body with me to at least give him a proper burial, but I didn't have time. A few men on the beach, urged me to follow them quickly and to leave the corpse. I obeyed and followed them. I never forgave myself for this. He could have survived, if it weren't for me.
I then saw myself around 35. I looked relatively the same except that my hair was shorter and I had an ugly scar that ran across my cheek. I was attending a sort of men only gathering in the house of Aristeides. We were sitting or laying on recliners around an austere rectangular pool in his atrium. The only one sitting on a chair was the host. We discussed about politics and war for hours. Slaves then brought wine and we started to talk about more superficial and less important subjects. While we enjoyed our wine, Aristeides passed around a gravure his son had made. It depicted Achilles fighting Hector. I loved Achilles, I considered him an ideal in war. When it got to me, I was delighted at it's beauty. I looked longly at it. One of my other friends, on my left, made a joke about my fascination for Achilles. Everyone laughed and I grinned. But I wasn't very satisfied. I didn't like to be 'mocked', even nicely. Two or three hours later, I had gone out of the room to find something. But I caught two men in the hallway, commenting on my poor self mastery and deeming that I was certainly a bad leader. It stung. I reentered the room,angry, and asked my nephew to give me his couch (who was the most isolated and nearest to the door). He was annoyed and didn't want to move. I told him to do so immediately, my anger showing,and he obeyed. I then sat there for the rest of the time, thinking dark thoughts. I then saw myself at night, I was still there but alone. The others had left. I was still angry. I was thinking about how I could prove myself to them, especially in war. Then one of my slaves entered, he had managed to come here the fastest he could (my house was at a few hours from here). He told me my son and my wife had been murdered.The first thing that came through my mind, before grief, was revenge. He then told me that he didn't know who did it, that he hadn't been present. I then felt powerless, and my anger gave way to grief. I felt the tears coming to my eyes and I told the slave to leave me. When I was sure that no one was there, I let myself go and wept.
Two days later, I was standing, in armor, on a cliff overlooking the sea. The sky was dark grey and I felt a few drops of rain. I could hear thunder in the distance. I then saw a mast in the horizon. I knew it was the first sight of an enemy fleet.
I then saw nothing more, but knew that I was going to die that day, in battle.
Sorry if this is a bit too long