This is fairly new to me. Though, I can't think of any other logical explanation for the snapshots in my mind. As far back as I could remember, I have been obsessed with World War II aircraft. At the age of eight I could name off 85% - 90% of the aircraft used in WWII. I would read adult books regarding WWII and at the time my favorite book was a book showing WWII noseart. I would fly WWII flight simulators as a kid and spend hours in front of the pc flying missions. All of this while a Nintendo sat unplayed within the living room. During this time there was one special plane that held a special place in my heart, the mighty B-17 Flying Fortress. As I grew older, I found I had a strong liking towards 40's swing and jazz music, though I repressed it because it wasn't cool. In college I dated a girl for two years who had a family member who was assigned with The Mighty Eighth in England and worked on B-17's. The first time we met he took me into his den and there were WWII models hanging from the ceiling. We spent close to three hours straight in the den talking about The Mighty Eighth. At one time he even asked me how someone from my generation would have so much information regarding the Eighth. It blew him away that I was able to give flight characteristics of specific planes. During this time I also began embracing the 40's era music. It was during this time that I found an odd memory/vision....while listening to Glenn Miller's, "Moonlight Serenade" I had a vision of myself dressed in an Army Aircorps dress uniform, dancing with a brunette in a teal or blue dress. The lights were dim and it seemed that this was some type of USO event, as there were other officers and airmen dancing with women as well. The memory has a strong desire to never let this woman go from my embrace as the song continues. Such a strong desire to pull myself into this woman and never let her go....I don't want to go, I don't want the dance to end, I don't want to leave. Though I am being very stoic and not letting her know that I fear this might end. It's such a strong memory that for a split second I can smell her strong perfume mixed with the cigarette smoke within the ball. The memory is really a brief snapshot and lasts for about half a second, but its seems so real and its always the same memory. Us dancing cheek to cheek, my nose inches from her brunette hair, taking in the smell of her hair, perfume, and cigarette smoke....all the while turning clockwise as we dance, and listening to Glenn Miller's, "Moonlight Serenade". Its almost breathtaking....as I can listen to the song over and over again, close my eyes, and be lost for a couple of seconds replaying this brief moment over and over. I have had the opprotunity the past two years of crawling inside an actual B-17....and the feeling is very erie. Like returning home....everything feels so familiar, but.......not. A couple of nights ago I was watching some videos on youtube and came across footage from inside a B-17 returning home from a mission. The viewpoint was from the nose bubble and you could see the airbase as the plane flew overhead. Once I saw the airbase and other B-17's on the ground, this overwhelming clam and rejoyce came over me. For a split second I knew I was safe, back home.....survived another mission. Then I realized how odd this was and stopped the video. Though, out of all the memories, the split second of me dancing with this girl I loved so much.......haunts me. I cannot remember anything else, though as a child (6 or 7), my family used to travel to Texas and Oklahoma quite often. On one road trip I remember sitting straight up and saying, "I've been here before." Of course my parents laughed and said, "No, you've never been here before." Though I was adament and remembered the landscape of the area..... Still to this day, I am still fascinated by WWII planes, but as stated above, the B-17 still holds a very special place within my heart. I am not one that usually believes in this type of stuff, I am a firefighter and Dir of Security. I am a very serious person....but I can't help but wonder about the girl that still haunts me.