I was walking to a friend's house one night last winter. It was pretty late, around 10:30, and I was by myself. I was just walking, thinking about things, when I had what I am reluctant to call a flashback.
It almost felt as if I had gone back in time, if that makes sense. One second I was walking, and the next I was walking down a cobblestone street. I was wearing a corset over a shift, a long skirt, and a thin cloak. I'd place it around the late 1700s. I was shivering and walking by myself, and I felt like I was trying to find someone or something. I had a goal.
The reason I'm hesitant to call it a flashback is that it wasn't just something I thought of or remembered, it was hyperrealistic and I felt as if it actually happened.
Realtime it was probably only 4-5 seconds, so calling it a flash is still accurate. I don't even think I had stopped walking in the time it took. But it was just so detailed, so real. I can remember every part of it, and if you asked me I could probably paint it.
What I'm wondering is if what I experienced could have had something to do with a past life.
I've always been drawn to anything involving colonial America, so much so that I've recently earned a position at my local historical society. I'm not positive I was in America because there were no indications as to my location, but something tells me I was in New England.
I can sometimes see auras and I have some other basic psychic abilities (I think I might be empathic, and I've had a couple experiences with seeing and hearing spirits), so it doesn't seem too far off base to me that I would have some sort of connection to my past lives. This moment has somewhat haunted me for a while, because I felt as if I was living it. Is it possible that I actually have, in the past?