Astrology, Spirituality & Alternative Healing

a displaced memory.

In it, I was with my father, and we were between two sets of boards, sort of like fences, and stones were being piled on top of us. I was always puzzled by that odd memory, and it wasn't until rather recently that in reading about people being pressed to death (you can look it up) that I suddenly understood what I was apparently remembering.

Of course, I have no way of validating that memory, but I've always had it. At least since I was three or four years old.