April 16, 1957

While lying in bed, in that state between dreaming and full wakefulness, I had this little flash in which I was talking to a group of people. I don't know who all was among the group but I had a feeling my wife was part of it.

I was saying, "I said we would all die on April 16, 1957, and we did. Now we are all here again." There was no visual at all with this, I didn't see who I was talking to or where we were together again or how we got there.

I've not had either a strong belief in reincarnation nor disbelief. In my early teenage years I did have what felt like a memory of a dash of a car in which I thought I had previously died. I tried to find a car wish a dash like that, but never did succeed.

If I have been around before I don't think many times. I've always felt green, not good at relating to people or living wisely, impatient, anxious, not content.