The Path of the Soul

After a discussion in the books section of the Past Lives forum, I bought the Healing your Past Lives book and CD by Roger Woolger. I started reading the book a few days ago, and tonight I got a chance to listen to the first track of this CD. I don't know yet what to make of it, except I'm surprised because if it's only imagination that came to me while listening to this, the images came very easily, much more so than any other meditation or PL regression tape I've listened to before.
So here is what I saw.
First I went back to some childhood memories (some of which were deeply buried, but came instantly after many years to surface - nothing serious, just stuff that I didn't think I'd ever remember). While a kid many years ago we didn't have Barbie dolls or anything fancy like the kids nowadays have. I had a simple small plain doll that I loved very much and one of my favourite past times with this doll was to make her clothes and dress her up. Now making her clothes was something completely different than usual, lol. I was using dad's no longer useful socks, cutting them to size, also cutting two holes on the sides for where to pull the doll's arms through, and a sort of half moon shape on the top for the neck. This must be absolutely weird for the nowadays kids, but for me that was something I truly enjoyed. Changing the color of the dress everyday, making the doll new dresses. Tonight I somehow re-experienced that joy I was feeling as a kid.
After that I imagined that I was a grown up doing the same as I was doing in my previous recall, but on a grown up scale. And weird, but the following images came to me out of nowhere.
I was in a room, in front of me was a woman with arms outstretched, and I was fixing the arms of her dress - or more like a long dark blue gown. Then I went down, fixing the bottom of the gown, and went around her fixing stuff here and there. I looked around the room and it was relatively big, but with things all scattered around, threads, scissors, everything lying around the room, the floor, on tables. And I felt comfortable there. It must have been my home or my atelier.
The next image found the other woman buttoning up her gown (dress?), putting up the cloack and handing me over some paper bills. I saw myself taking these bills and smiling, as it was natural to take these bills for the work.
Then the images ended. It was all quite vivid and I'm still puzzling whether it's a past life memory or just my imagination, or something I've seen in the tv...
As I grew up I lost this interest in making clothes, but I guess the artist in me survived.