I don't know if anyone's ever experienced something like this, but for the past two years I've been living what feels like two lives. I'm a married woman, 38, with a son. No history of mental health issues whatsoever. Just a normal life — I love my husband, and my son is an absolute angel. But every time I fall asleep, I see myself as a young girl, a barmaid in a tavern. My name there is different, I look different, different family, different friends, everything is different. And it's clearly a different era. People still ride around in horse-drawn carts, and nobody's ever heard of a modern stove. But the craziest part? I speak a completely different language there — some kind of mix of Polish with a hint of German. It's not the same dream repeating itself. Every new dream, I live through a new day there. Have I seen a psychiatrist? Of course I have. He said I have some hidden dissatisfaction with my life, so in my dreams I see myself as someone else. But you know what? If that were the case, why am I not a queen in my dreams? Or at least a countess or something? My real life is definitely better. But every time I fall asleep — there I go again, working from dawn till dusk, seeing friends once in a blue moon. Do I need that? Of course not. And here's the kicker: the psychiatrist couldn't explain why I've been understanding more and more Polish. Even though I've never studied it a day in my life. My husband's name is Martim. And one time I accidentally called him Greg (that's one of the brothers from the dream). Can you imagine his reaction? "Who the hell is Greg?!" I told my husband about the dreams. But I think to this day he can't decide whether I have a split personality or I'm cheating on him. And I'm not sure which one he's hoping for more. I'm definitely not cheating. As for the split personality — I'm not so sure about that one. But I keep wondering, what if I'm remembering a past life? Has anyone else gone through something like this?