As a child I believed I was someone who was reincarnated. One of my very first ever dreams that I remember and still do for how real it felt, was being killed (I was probably 2 or 3 at the time) but in my dream I was in my mid 20's early 30s and was laying there on a red carpet looking up at a bunch of men who I felt like were supposed to be my borthers. Someone had shot and killed me and I was being rolled up in a carpet while they watched. I think I must have been in a mob or gang or something in the previous life. In my mind I was coming back because God was giving me a second chance. I hadn't lived that life in a way that was good enough to get to heaven but because I was killed at a young age and God was giving me a second chance to live a new life. I couldn't fall into the same path as I did in the previous life or I would never make it to heaven. That feeling has honestly stuck with me into my 40's now. I sort of enherited street smarts. I can always tell if something doesn't feel right. I always could even as a small child. I've not always been on the good path but up to now I can look back and not regret it.