Diary Entry ~ May 2018
1803, Unclear whether I was Born or Died on this Date
My name was something similar to Nicholas Sternon. I lived in a European-style city where all the buildings were tightly packed together, with curly brick roads.
I worked for a revolutionary newspaper and spent most of my time putting up posters on building walls. I was also a father; my wife was a caucasian woman with long, curly, dark brown hair.
1-24-20 Update: I had a new dream memory. I was Nicolas at a French pub, meeting my future wife. She was dressed in a satin gown, with her hair tightly pulled back. She ordered a drink that looked like green liquor with a splash of red wine on top. She called it a Paragenie.
Scene – she is giving birth, It is the early morning hours I am sitting on a wooden chair, with a straw thatch seat, she is on the bed with a metal ornate headboard she was fully pregnant with a large belly, wearing a white long nightgown, it was pulled up as she was experiencing pre-birth -pains.
