I wonder about past lives, I'm not sure I believe in them but sometimes I think about it. One time my husband and I went to Rome, I was feeling fine but for some reason when we were at the Collesseum,I felt this horrible dread and sadness that just wouldn't go away no matter how hard I tried to shake it off. I tried to get myself to stop thinking about death, I couldn't stand it anymore and I had to leave. I thought it was just a fluke, just my anxiety acting up. The next year, my dad wanted to go to Rome badly so we went, I thought I would be o.k but when we wnt back to the Colosseum, those horrible thoughts came back no matter what I did-music, my medication, distraction-it just came back. I sometimes wonder if I did have a past life, what if something happened there? Weird I know but I still wonder about that...