A place where I go

There's a place that I dream about. I've been many times. The first time was in 2003 and I arrived in a harbour. Everyone there was really nice and the buildings were quite normal, but everything was just 'different'. I can't explain it really. I've been back since to other parts of this place. On one visit, the locals who were nice but just unusual were congregating in a market square around a big red lantern. Ive always had the feeling that this place is or was real and that I am actually in my second incarnation in this life. I sometimes see a dark haired man who doesn't look that dissimilar to me who I always feel has lost his wife and kid and who lives in a white cottage on the cliff tops in this place. I also get a strong feeling that this place is or was further West than Ireland. I have had feelings about the Azores although I went to Nantes on the Atlantic coast of France, and while that wasn't the place I felt that I was closer to the 'place' than ever before. Does anyone get a feeling about who I really am and where my place is. I know it can happen remotely sometimes