I had an interesting experience with someone that I met in a forum. So far it has been the only experience of this kind. While it was not the 'same' memory, from her 'reaction' to me was another piece in helping me to accept and validate my identity.
I will copy this from my site although it will have to be edited due to a few curse words:
At the Parade in Berlin - A Memory from L. about Me
This is going to be done in a 'conversation format' because it was originally posted on a forum - it dates from 16 April 2011. I did not know this person at all and had only met them when I had belonged to that forum:
Me: This odd story starts out with me finding this message on skype about being a ******* bad a**.
At first I couldn't figure out what on earth this was all about...and so I had emailed L. to ask.
She emailed me back, but we discussed things on skype mostly. I don't want to tell the whole story - as I hope she sees this and will post about her experience.
But I had shown her the video that's on my site's home page. I was told that I even sound the same as I did back then - something I had always wondered about.
'L': Oh my gosh, Prien! Haha!
Alright, so basically, it all started when I looked up Günther Prien on Wikipedia, and I found out what a big deal he was, so I put that comment in the chat. Then, I just watched a fun movie and went to bed, but I realized that I kept thinking of his face.
I - honestly - dreamt of him ALL NIGHT. They absolutely are not those memory dreams, just...weird/regular dreams. At a point, I actually woke up around five am because I was cold, fell back asleep, and dreamt of him AGAIN! I just could not understand what the hell was happening with me, and so I took a shower this morning (of course after I replied to Prien's email requesting clarification concerning my "bad a**" comment on the chat) and after that, while I was brushing my teeth in my towel, I "asked Anna," my past life self, about this. I got this kind of strange reply, saying that I kind of knew him, followed by this imagery.
I was at a parade with so many people all around, and Prien was walking by us...all of our hands reaching toward him...
...it was like a miracle. Out of all of the people, out of all of the hands and faces...his eyes met mine, and just...the face...I...just...I was so moved...the expression was so genuine. His smile was so joyful, and his eyes...he smiled with his eyes, and his entire face just dripped with pure sweetness. He looked directly at me and reached out to touch my hand, gently but with meaning, squeezed my fingers, as that was all he could reach. His fingers were a little cold but very soft, and a little stubby, and I felt a jolt of excitement strike me as I smiled widely back at him..and then he walked away, our eyes locked until he shook the next person's hand. I was so confused, as I could not find the reason as to why, out of all of these people, he would look at me...but it made me feel so special that this war hero would look at me. The fact that somebody could heroically defend Germany and be so brave but so gentle at the same time...touching his hand was an honor.
And that was it...very short but meaningful, beautiful, etc.
I knew that this parade was in Berlin, late thirties or early forties, and he was short, haha! And so, just not being able to wait to tell current Prien, I called him on Skype and told him what I saw: he confirmed that he WAS in a parade in 1939, in Berlin, and that he was 5'5".
Me: Incidentally, I'm the same height now.
(and yes - I do have a photograph of myself walking through Berlin with my crew - even though the film does not show it)