Starting when I was little, I had recurring nightmares about being a girl with a younger brother of a wealthy family in what I'd guess would be the late 18th century by dress. What was always weird was that I never aged as the girl in the dream but always stayed the same age (about 10) even when I had the nightmares when I was 20. I don't have them anymore.

My parents never knew what to make of it and sometimes I wonder if it was some sort of past life thing. I would guess that I was somewhere in the UK in the dream but I had no sense of nationality. The guessing is just from the style of home, rather like a manor and the topography of the area.