I have always had a dislike of the smell of the sea, and looking at it made me nervous. I went to Ireland as a teen for a vacation with family. During our travels, we visited a village on the coast. I new where the church had been and what had been many years before (a restaurant we entered and I said "this used to be a bakery". The manager said "yes, over 200 years ago".) I found that I chose to spend the majority of my time in that village sitting near castle ruins staring at the sea. Was told later after a regression that I was the widow of a fisherman lost at sea.