A memory of an earlier life
Yes, I have a ....memory?
I feel like this was occuring in a Baltic country.
I was with my mom and dad. I was a small child, we were forced into a very crowded pen with hundreds of other people. Our fear was overwhelming. I became seperated from my parents by the jostling of the crowd.
We were forced by jeering, laughing men into this pen. The captors held clubs and unfamilar types farming tools? which they used to hit people, causing them to keep moving or fall.
People were so crowded that the ground was turned to a muddy bog, as we tried to keep moving. People were losing control of their bladders and bowels making a deep muddy mess.
I then fell into this terrible deep mud.
People were stepping on me, on other small children, and on the weaker adults. I gradually was forced under the mud.
Seems real, like any other memory I might have but just a awful one.
Over time this memory has become reassuring because here I am, alive in a later time.
I've had this memory/thought for many years.