Skyaft One time. It might have just been an extremely lucid dream, but it sure seemed real to me at the time.
I was lying in the east wall's crib bed (around two months old), head to the north, I had begun remembering my previous life, and I was already making plans of how to freak-out the parents when I got old enough to talk about who I was (mischevious little infant I was 😃 ).
From the west wall appeared three souls. I immediately knew who they were; we had been dear friends for thousands of years, and we loved each other dearly. We chatted happily (without words of course), until I was told that I was not supposed to have remembered my past lives, and that the souls had come to make me forget. I refused to forget, but my insistence made no difference. As the friends were beginning to leave, I watched my mother walking towards the room from the west hallway (apparently drawn because of my crying). I wanted her to hurry up and get in the room so that she could meet my friends.
The friends began withdrawing into a sort of 'revolving spiral' that grew smaller and smaller until they were no longer present in the 3D. Once they were gone, I remembered that I had remembered a past life, but my friends made me forget what the life was. Yeah, it still bugs me today! 😉
Now the interesting part! A person cannot feel friendship if the person has not in life been around other people to make friends. A person also cannot feel deep love if the person has not yet grown old enough to have developed and acquired the emotion. According to science and academia, it is a biological and physics impossibility for a two-month old baby to feel deep friendship and love. If it were a mere dream, then fine, but how could the emotions have occured?
There are many additional features of the experience, but they get very complex and wordy.
Still today, each time I pause and remember my good friends, the heart deeply misses them.