I apologize for this thread, too long, maybe boring but I had to write even if English is not my first language. It is too much to keep for myself. I had already written about my last past life as a marine wounded during the Vietnam War and who died shortly thereafter in a hospital. I had actually discovered this life in October 2021 following a regression and confirmed the elements on the internet. Maybe, I already had memories of this life. Curious dreams I had as a young child, dreams or nightmares. I dreamt I had to walk through a forest at night, I was not alone and bad guys wanted to catch us. More strange (as I was a teenager) was the dream of a military cargo plane that crashed without damage into the bed of a river and I saw the crew was safe. I was just wondering how they were gonna get that plane out of there! It is this life that leaves me the most memories and feelings of déjà-vu (my first trip in a helicopter). I even feel that now these memories come back without the need for a regression. Like a door was open. It seems to me that it is becoming easier for me to have access to these memories in my dreams, through meditation or regression. But now I find myself with what seems to be memories of other lives I was not looking for. As I was trying a You Tube regression to learn more about my last past life I realized from the first vision that something was wrong and I even got a little scared. I saw a crowd in a street waving a military parade, a car with officers and Nazi flags. I was a young man, my name was Karl, I was with my grandmother. We were scared by this parade. As if I already knew, I was Hungarian but I lived in Austria with my grandparents. My grandmother tells me that she gives me the money to leave.I see myself emigrating to the USA, arriving in New York. I see myself working unloading crates, I get sick, I cough a lot and I die alone, still very young. Is it another past life triggered by the recent war? Last week I couldn't sleep for 3 nights,I thought I was dreaming awake and I woke up with a Russian, cossack song in my mind. As I was starting my daily morning meditation I saw myself on a horse in a wide meadow. I raced for fun with other young riders. I was dressed in big boots, a long tunic, a wide belt and a fur hat. I looked very happy. There were a lot of horses around me, a kind of white building with many towers and wall fences. I used my pendulum to get answers. It seems my name was Igor, late 18th,early 19th and died in war. I have not tried a regression for this life yet. When I see on television maps of eastern Ukraine, western Russia, I feel like some of the names of cities are familiar to me. Yesterday I called my mare "Douchka''. I don’t know why, her real name is Princess. I searched on the internet, "Douchka '' means sweetheart in Russian. Too many memories, too many emotions for one soul and I didn't mentioned the memories of lives in a Nordic country in 1164, slave in Egypt, native American old woman (don't know when).... It’s like all these memories pop up spontaneously and I don’t know why and what to do now.