This happened to me...it's an entirely true story (long and confusing though haha). So, for whatever reason I've always had this "memory" of myself in a crib in my room now. The crib was on the end of my bed, parallel to it. Well anyway, my memory of myself in this crib goes like this: I'm an infant laying in the crib and there are a bunch of blankets around me. One being a yellow, blue and pink afghan (knitted with holes in it and whatnot). I remember feeling cold and thinking "I'll wrap this around me the way my mommy does." All of a sudden my mom comes in screaming and panicking and gets me out of the blanket, and I was thinking "Why is she so upset? I was just cold." but I start crying because she was panicking and she scared me.

So I've thought about this scene a lot all my life and how real it felt, however I always just thought it was probably a strange reoccurring dream I had as I child and that I just remembered it as I grew up. Then recently, I was talking to my mom about something and I brought up the fact that we used to have my crib at the end if my bed (kind of asking). She was surprised that I even knew that and goes "well we only had that crib there until you were 6 months old, then we moved it." Well I was a little shocked myself that I was right about the location of the crib even though I had never seen a picture of it, so this made me really curious, how did I know that? So, I thought I'd bring up my "memory" and I asked her if I had a yellow, blue and pink afghan as a baby. She just looks at me like "wtf" and utterly creeped out. I guess I did, and I almost suffocated myself with it.

She told me that when I was 4 months old, she and my dad were hosting a Christmas party and that she put my two brothers and me to bed earlier than usual. My bedroom was the room where they were putting everyone's coats. So, my mom said that she came into my room to put some away, but ran up the steps because she had a bad feeling. She checks on me, then she said that she just started screaming because I was entirely blue and completely wrapped up and tangled in my blanket, still breathing but definitely having difficulty because it was covering my entire face. She immediately got the blanket off of me and I was fine- I began crying and eventually fell back to sleep (without the blanket!) She said that the only person who knows about this story is my Dad, and that she's never talked about it just because it was one of the most terrifying things to have happened to her and she just felt so guilty. It's really one of the strangest things ever, not only did I have an accurate memory as an infant but I totally remembered what I was "thinking" (or feeling rather bc it's not like I knew language) as it happened. Makes me think really.