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I am not sure, well maybe that I have had a past
life experience; you see I was raised in Michigan with an everyday
family, with all the modern features of a home.
Well, one evening I was sleeping so peaceful, and dreaming, well in my
dream for what every reason I new I was dead, but it was the best
feeling I have every had, I did not see things and nothing was going on
around me, it was almost a feeling of wow this is heaven, but I must
tell you I was so upset when I woke up and realized I was not dead.
From that point on things started to change for me,
I became a different person, one day I was outside picking up apples,
and this feeling of wistfulness came over me, I went to the store and
got everything I would need to can the apples. Please keep in mind I
had never boiled water and never seen anyone can food, I did not have
directions. But without a question in my mind I knew how to do it all.
And when I say do it all, I mean I can can anything. I can make bread
with no direction, I seem to only want to cook form scratch, and always
know what I need to do it. This is not the only strange thing, I also
know how to quilt, and again never in my life was I shown any of this.
And old buildings? Well, I can’t get enough. I find
myself looking on the computer for old pictures of people, just to
look, but never knowing what I am looking for. I seem to have a need
for the OLD way of life. Right down to needing a fireplace so I can
cook on a open fire. Well, thank you for your time. - Lori
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Hello, my name is Lexi Hyatt and I am 17 years old.
Today I had a strange dream and am not quite sure what it was or what
it was supposed to mean. I believe in reincarnation so I thought it may
have been a past life experience. The time was in the 40's because i
recall seeing a calendar. There was much detail but I will narrow it
down for you. I looked much like myself but with subtle differences. I
was a middle aged wealthy woman. My current boyfriend, whom I
believe may be the one because from the moment I met him I felt I had
already known him for years and there was a immeadite intimacy I
felt between us, was in it as well. He looked like himself but was a
middle aged too. Our clothes were from the 40s too. We were
married and in love until I met another man at a reunion my
husband took me to. I began to have sexual relations with him behind my
husbands back. I felt everything that touched me or I touched like no
other dream I have ever experienced. I could smell my lover's sweat, my
lipstick when i would apply it, my perfume and my husbands cologne,
everything.
My best friend who looked similar to herself in the
dream but had different hair, had discovered my adultry and threatened
that she would tell him. I felt the sheer panic vividly. I tried to
explain that I was in love with both of them equally and could not make
a choice between the two. I felt my heart sinking because of what I got
myself into. She then said that if I were to refuse to make a choice
she would seduce my husband to "avenge" the wrong I had done him. I
felt the hatred towards her and wanting to hit her. She went into the
living room where he was and put her panties into his hand and walked
upstairs. I came up behind him and looked upon him with frustration. He
looked baffled and started to explain becaue he did not know I had
known her plan and thought I had only witnessed what just happened. I
stopped him and looked into his eyes and told him I loved him but there
was someone else that I loved equally. He began to cry and i felt the
wetness when I wiped away his tears. He told me that the heart wants
what it wants and he would respect my choice one way or the other. I
felt the warmth of his lips when he kissed me and the heat of his
breath when he whispered "I love you" into my ear.
I went upstairs and struck my friend in the face and
forcibly pushed her out of the front door. I went into our room and got
down on my knees and prayed for God to help me decide. Then i awoke
because i was whimpering loud. I sat there for about five mins baffled
at how unbelievably real it was. It truely felt I was there,
experiencing everything with my senses. Then suddenly I was overcome
with a sense of despair and anger and began to hysterically weep for
about a half hour. I feel immensely disturbed and have been on edge all
day. I feel as though I'm going mad. What was the meaning of it and
more importantly, what was it? Dream or memory?
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I’m not quite sure what triggers it, but I often get
images… dreams I guess, about a place very far off. It either has to be
in the distant past or in the country because there are rarely ever any
buildings unless a spare cottage or so but I can tell it is the England
just because of the scents, the air, and the view. There are rolling
hills, birds singing, and fresh air with the smell of earth. These
things all seem so familiar to me, but when I look around to see
anything else familiar I only ever see two children playing in the
fields. I can never be sure if one of them is who I was or if I’m
looking out at them from another body. For some reason I get the idea
that neither of those children is me, but they’re my daughters. That’s
all that I ever see. But it is so real and so familiar; I just know
it’s one of my past lives. - Jessica
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I recently have been thinking about past lives and
that sort of things. It seemed to me that I have no memories, but then
I thought about my dreams I used to saw when I was in the age of 6 - 9.
I used to see volcanoes and that my house was on fire. (But I'm living
in Estonia where there are no volcanoes.) The house was on flames or
there was a big forest fire getting near or that the house were going
to explode. In a long time I was afraid of fire. But the dreams made me
woke up several times in the night. And I always had this feeling in my
dreams that I had forget something important in the house and I have to
go back and get it out. I don't know can it be a memory of my previous
life or not but it made me better talking about it. - L.
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I have been haunted by very specific visions all of
my life- things that I think of and imagine then am horrified to see
them justified. I went to a thrift store to find exactly what I thought
of in my size: size 6 petite black leather jacket with no pockets and
buttons. It scares my friends and parents.
When I was about 14 years old I imagined my
future happiest, calmest moment. It started as a simple feeling of
being on a balcony overlooking a city and a river. The stone, wrought
iron, wood, and plants were very clear. I knew I had no children and
never married, then it occured to me that it was my last day on Earth
and I was going to die young- never seeing 40. I imagined the red
walls, the warm weather, my flowing pants, pushed away hair.
When I was 18 I became obsessed (sorta) with
ivy and got it tattooed on me. I somehow knew that I couldn't have
children and later it was confirmed by a doctor. At 19 I recanted the
vision to my boyfriend as "seeing my own future death". I saw a psychic
woman when I was 23 who recited my "past life" last moments having the
plague...on the balcony covered in ivy. She said the EXACT details I
foreseen, yet I NEVER said anything to her beforehand. It made my skin
crawl. She also said I would meet a man missing part of his hand who
came along from this past life and my brother had died young. Two years
later my little brother died and I became involved with a man missing
his first finger.
I am now terminally ill with no children and
not married at 34. I suppose there is a balcony waiting for me, now at
peace with the reasons for my insight. Lives repeat themselves?
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Ever since I was a little girl, I had a dream. I
remember running down a cobblestone street that was crowded with houses
very close together (and tall). I ran to a wooden door on my left and
ran in. To the left was a parlour and in that parlour was a stuffed
bench-like chair (it seemed like it was made of horse hair, but it had
colours of pink, cream, green and blue in a flower pattern). That was
my favorite chair. I ran over and hugged it. Then I ran up some steps.
I remember looking at my hand. It looked old and I
had what someone called a liver spot on the right hand - just above my
thumb. I then saw myself as an old woman in a large bed. It was
definately very old - maybe 1700s? style. I had a white cap upon my
head and I was sunken back against some downy pillows. I remember
asking someone to get me water. While they were away, I saw myself
crumple over in death. Shortly, two beings I believe were angels came
to me and they took me out of the window into a tunnel and I remember
going up. They told me they were taking me home. I don't remember
anything after that.
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Hi, I am a 22 yr old woman who has recently located
to the mid-west. I am not sure how much I believe in past lives or
reincarnation but I have always had strong emotions about certain
things. Since an early age I have had a fear of drowning although this
has never happened to me this fear has prevented me from learning how
to swim. I have also never wanted anything near my neck especially
other peoples hands whenever I am touched near my neck this wave of
fear comes over me that I am going to be strangled or that I have been
strangled before. I am extremely claustrophobic.
Sometimes when I am dancing I picture myself as a
ballerina, but I have never taken ballet for some odd reason I have
alot of knowledge on this subject whenever I picture myself as a
ballerina it is not me I see. The woman I see has white skin (I am dark
skinned Hispanic) and dark brown hair the face is always a blur to me.
I am extremely obsessed with anything medieval and feel comforted when
I watch movies that are set in the middle ages but I also feel as
though I am missing something. Other things have happened to me and I
am constantly having deja vu. I have no real explaination for any of
this I wish someone could help me, but this is the first time I have
even told anyone about this. I know that I am not delusional but I do
not want people looking at me as though I am odd. Another thing I am
EXTREMELY different from EVERYONE in my family I am not like either of
my parents or ANY of my family. I have a love of Theatre, and art. I
love to read I love to learn about new things and I am very articulate.
If you know of anything I can do to find answers please let me know.
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I never gave much credence to past lives but there
has always been a recurring dream that I've had since the age of 2 that
has made me wonder. I'm about 7 or 8 years old and my village is in
flames and my family is running for their lives trying to find a place
to hide. I can hear the screams of other people, and my family
did manage to find a hiding place. It's kind of fuzzy as to where, the
dreams stopped when I was about 12 but i do remember seeing very
clearly men in armor and on horses, the armor was the chest plate &
helmet of the Spanish conquistadors, i remember that very distinctly.
My older sister always drops her doll and goes back to get it and gives
away our position. I always wake up as the soldiers are coming for us.
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I've been unsure of this for a long time, but I
can't find another explanation in all my searches. I have a
natural ability at strategic and martial combat. I know intimate
details of how to use a variety of weapons from hand guns to rifles to
swords and blunt hand weapons. I have never been taught any of this in
my current life. I unlock new knowledge every day and it scares me.
Just today I came to a conclusion that if required, I could kill. I
even had a tingling in my mind that gave me the impression that I had
killed even though I have never done so. Through all of this, I don't
feel as if my morals have been compromised. I wonder if I were some
sort of assassin or protector in a past life. Someone who had to learn
to kill to protect others. At least... I hope that's what I was.
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I don't know when the time was, but in the present I
had drifted off during a clash with something. I was a woman, and I
held a certain stature, I don't know what it was; however, I was very
well versed, and quiet...the men didn't like me for the confidence and
dominance I sent off.
I remember getting ready for bed...filling the bath
with...a musky aroma I'd grown up smelling as my father had worn it. It
was altered only a little, but I could still bring the memories of him
up with the smell. I remember pulling a dress over my head, once the
attachments had been taken off when a few of the men that had despised
me attacked me. I remember pain, and screaming; then, I was under
water, my eyes open as my hair floated weightlessly in front of
me...then everything went black. ~ puppetwriter
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I am part Cherokee and part French from the area of
Kentucky. I grew up in the present day with Cherokee traditions. I
recently had a dream that I was a woman named Roan in my past life. She
had long thick reddish-brown hair and rode a horse. I wore a gown
from the 18th century that was gold and full. I was know as a wild
spirit and fought for women's rights.
Soliders accosted me and pulled me off my
horse. They taunted me about my beliefs, when they saw that I would not
back down, I was allowed to ride off on my horse. They yelled after me
that they would be watching for me in the future. - Daris Reno
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I only have 1 snippet of a memory of a
past life. In it, I feel I am a little boy (although i am female
now) and I am on a big ship with my Mother and another sibling (sister,
i think) and we are pulling away from shore and my thought is "I
wish we didn't have to leave our home and go to this awful
place". I do not know what awful place it was but it feels me with
dread when i think of it.
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I have always remembered before I was born and I
think everyone does. However we mostly only remember for a short time
after we are born. I remember the period just before being born as
being in a situation of perfect love and happiness. I didn't want to
leave, but we all have to leave to come to live our present life. The
place I was in before I was born was full of light and goodness, and I
was in some way healed of the pain of my previous life, and made to
forget. However I didn't forget because I remember that when I died I
left behind a daughter. I was in great pain at leaving her, and worried
that I wouldn't be there to care for her.
I remember my deathbed and people standing around
me. Mostly though I remember my daughter who had curly, springy brown
hair and who was I think about eight or nine. As I said I think I would
have been content to forget it it were not for her. It is odd but when
I was really young I used to purposely try to remember what I think of
as the angels. I even remember trying to be alone with a baby because I
wanted them to tell me about the angels because I was forgetting.
However I realized that the baby couldn't tell me because he couldn't
talk. My mother came into the room and asked what I had been saying to
the baby but I never told her because even then I knew that she would
think me as being strange. My mother died recently and my knowledge was
a comfort to me, She knew she was dying and she was frightened, but I
managed to whisper to her that the angels would come for her when her
time came, and I hope that it helped her.
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When i moved to Maryland in '91, i had a really
distrubing vision or dream, I am not really sure what to call it. but I
am always laying in my bed, looking out the window, then they sky turns
red, it gets really hot in the air, I look at the calendar, and the
year
starts moving backwards towardsÝthe reall early years like three
digitsÝor
later. i look out the window and i see volcano's explode and lava run
thru
the streets, it is getting hotter and hotter, and the next thing i
know,
i am falling. i hit the ground and when i bounce, i am on the floor of
my bedroom drenced in sweat. I fell so hard in that vision that i hrt
my
back from bouncing off the hot ground. after a year it stopped, but i
will
never forget "it". - persephone rhiannon
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I saw a dream that I was passing a big castle
and behind the castle was a great forest and when I looked at the
castle
I heard voices saying: "Turtleriddles, turtleriddles!" And girls
laughing.
In that dream, I remembered something about my another life before that
I "had" in the dream. In the dream the castle was empty. I just felt
one
thing, that the girls, who had some gifts of magic, secretly were held
in that castle, but something awful happened afterwards. I don´t
know what. I don´t know, where castle was located, but it was
propably
somewhere in Switzerland or Austria. I was one of the girls, cause when
I heard those voices, I felt myself saying those words at the same
time.
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I don't know exactly who I was in a past life.
I have never had the opportunity to do a past life regression. I in no
way believe that I was anyone famous or anyone significant in history.
I am 26 and ever since I was a small child, I have had recurring dreams
of being chased and/or attacked. I have a strong fear of being attacked
and am always on guard at night even in my own neighborhood. I believe
that I was murdered in a past life. And I believe that it was a
horrific
murder with a lot of suffering and that it took me a while to finally
die.
Not only do I have an extreme fear and paranoia when I am alone outside
at night, but I am fascinated by pictures and stories of murder
victims.
I would like to be able to tap more into this "memory" and find out if
it is in fact a memory of a past life or an overactive imagination.
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Hi. When I was 12, I had a dream that I was
travelling
down a corridor, and the floor was almost ankle-deep in water. I could
feel how cold the water was, could feel how much it hurt to run through
that water, and that my clothes were heavy: skirts, maybe a dress. I
remember
running through the ship, and getting to a room. It had a bathtub in
it.
A woman turned to me and said, "I have been given permission to take my
life." I have a feeling she was my mother. I couldn't watch her:
instead
I ran back into the ship's corridors, and got into a dining room, I
felt
very lost and young. I wore heavy skirts. The dining room had a few
people
in it. The floor lurched. I heard china breaking, then something
skidded
across the floor and pinned me to the wall. It was some kind of heavy
wooden
dining furniture. Maybe a sideboard? I felt it crush my ribs, felt how
hard it was to breathe, and I feel I gave up at that point. I didn't
think
anything like 'I'm too young to die', I just felt...blank, clear, only
that my body was cold with shock and I couldn't breathe properly any
more.
I tried to push the wooden furniture out of me, but it was too heavy,
then
water entered the dining room inÝa large rush, and I felt my
lungs flooding
with water. I felt myself begin to die, then woke up and was terrified
and confused for many minutes in my bedroom. I still remember how cold
that water felt, and how my ribs felt as they broke.
Also, when I was studying GCSE History, we
started
studying the slave trades. I came across a nursery rhyme that slave
children
sang... 'Hush little baby, don't you cry, you know your mama was born
to
die.' As soon as we read that, I remembered it. When I was little, once
in my room, I was hugging my knees and rocking myself, facing the wall,
and quietly sang that to myself. I may have been a little girl during
the
slave trade. I sometimes want to remember everything about who I was,
but
sometimes I can't let myself any more. - Helen, England
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I was in a long room on the first floor of a
stone building, it had a huge fireplace at each end, the ceiling was
encased
wooden beams that were decorated. I am standing by one of the
fireplaces,
I am attacked from behind, I can smell the man who is dressed in sued
garment,
my throat is cut from ear to ear.
In life I am getting over throat cancer, and
my throat has been cut from ear to ear. - carole
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Hi, I've always felt I've been born in the wrong
era. i don't dream very often, but when I do, most frequently it's
about
a past time in history. when I was 10 years old, I was in church and
when
I went up the aisle for the Holy Communion, I spotted this dark haired
and dark skinned boy. A feeling of familiarity washed over
me...........I
knew that I knew him somewhere and every time I saw him after that, I
realised
that I loved this boy. without any reason I thought his name was Colin
and continued thinking so for two years, until some friends pointed out
that his real name was Ian. For no reason at all, he hated me when he
was
with his friends.
Then three years later when I was 15 we began
speaking to each other. He realised we were so like each other, and
most
of the time we knew things about each other which we had never told. We
became the best of friends and then we confessed to each other we had
been
dreaming of a past live about each other. mine was weird but it felt
right........I
felt myself running in the night. I was running away from someone and I
was clad in expensive night clothes. I was in Italy. I had flowing long
black wavy hair and I was tall. I stopped running near a horse cart
where
there was a young man sleeping. He woke with a start and looked me
straight
in the face. there was straw strewn all over the ground. It was Ian, or
Giovanni, that's what I felt his name was. he was wearing dark grey
trousers,
a dirty white shirt with an open collar and braces to hold his
trousers.
on his head he was wearing what looked like a shabby tweed cap which he
took off as he realised it was me.
I told him: "Get up and run. They are coming
for you and possibly for me. I love You". He told me: "No, it is too
late.
Our love can never be. You are different from me. I'm poor and you're a
noble. We cannot mix. I love you". And I felt as if the world had
ended.
I woke up and realised that Giovanni is Italian for John, and Ian is
Scottish
for John. It was in Italy...and I've always felt I was Italian not
Maltese.
I could speak the Italian language since I was 6 years old, and my
whole
family don't know a word in Italian. I find it just comes natural.
Whenever I'm near this Ian, I feel like we have
belonged together once and that we loved each other a lot. Every time I
look in his eyes to make him remember, I feel him blocking his mind.
Only
once did he let me roam in his eyes and inner sight, and that once was
enough to nearly lead us to kiss. but we were interrupted. We have
grown
apart because people didn't want us to be together seeing us to be a
match
made in heaven, and I am afraid I'd suffer. The only thing I know is
that
the night we were thrown apart by our social class, many years ago has
made it difficult for us to be together in the present, because he is
still
afraid......still afraid to fight everything and everyone. My
sister-in-law
realised this and spontaneously told me..........."I feel that one day
you will be together again." I had never told her anything.
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I thought I'd share another memory. When
my
older sister Megan and I were little, we used to have the same dream,
or
nightmare I should say. We didn't know until years later when
she saw
a drawing I was making and recognized it as the house in the
dream. In
this dream, I was standing in an old, mostly bare house; I'm not sure
of
the time period or place, but if I had to guess I'd say 16th-19th
century,
either the United States or England. I was an observer in the
dream and
I don't think anyone could see me. I was standing by a long set
of stairs
looking into a sort of dining room, where there were two young girls
hiding
under the table. I got the feeling that there was a woman
upstairs that
they were afraid of, but I never saw her, just heard her
footsteps. Weirdest
of all, one of the girls was my sister Megan, I just knew that.
I doubt we'll ever be able to find out more about this
memory. If it was a past life, as I believe, it wasn't a good one for
Megan. -
Athlynne
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FIRST TEN YEARS OF MY LIFE ARE BLURED.I
REMEMBER ALMOST NOTHING AND THERE IS NO MEDICAL EXPLANATION FOR THAT.
THOSE
YEARS ARE FILLED WITH MEMORIES FOR WHICH I THINK THAT ARE FROM PAST
LIVES.
ONE OF THEM IS NOBLE WOMAN(THATS ME AGAIN:-) ) WITCH IS DRESSED IN
LONG,DARK
RED DRESS,WITH LONG BROWN HAIR.I SIT BY THE WINDOW WITH MY MOTHER AND I
WAIT FOR MY FIANCE TO COME.I AM FOR SOME REASON WORRIED FOR HIM.THAN
FLASH
AND I'M HERE.I CANT BE SURE BUT I THINK IT IS FRANCE. - LOVE, LANFEAR
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I am writing this to reflect on my old life.
I remember I was born in power, I was even married. Iíve been
researching
the costumes I dream of and it appears to be somewhere around the
1300s-1400s. I believe I was very fortunate (being female) during that
time because I was well-educated and disciplined; this has something to
do with who my father was. We lived in a great stone castle, which was
rather empty; not much comfort. In one dream there was a long
dining
table with a red cloth going straight though the center, and
(this
is kind of weird) there was a maid floating in the air, a puddle
of blood settling under her, and a man standing next to her. I walked
up
to him and said ìnot in the houseî. I remember I
would see other
guards and such even though I was married. But my husband didnít
really
care, he thought it was amusing. I know I had the same hair color which
is brown, and the same eye color, which is green. I often have dreams
of
strange guests visiting our castle, people mixed with magic and other
stuff.
In any case I had believed in reincarnation and have spoken to others
about
it. Iím still collecting clues as to who I was, but Iím
still rather young
(22 years) so I have time. I know I told others I would look for them
when
I ìreincarnatedî so one could consider this my attempt to
find them. If
they tried to find me I would imagine this is the type of place they
might
begin their search. So, to those of you who know what I speak of
please contact me, let me know your story. And for all others, good
luck
on your own search - soul_observing
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i only have bits and pieces of the memory anyway
here goes. i don,t realy know how old i was but i can still to this day
close my eyes an feel my hands tied behind my back . there was a man
standing
in front of me an behind me . they walk me down a bank of a lake . on
the
lake there is old dead trees standing up out of the water like demons
standing
an watching an taunting , as the two uniformed men walked me on down to
a boat . the boat was not like a reg. boat, but like a long plank. they
helped me on an guided the plank with two long poles.as they were
taking
me across the lake they kept speaking of a certain witch named Sevile.
I don't remember anything but that. - thanks elena
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I'm not sure whether or not this is a past life,
but I think that it may be. When I was younger I had a reacurring dream
for some time, and it stuck with me until this day. In my dream I am a
young man, (I'm female now) and I'm about 15-17. I have blonde hair
that
I keep long. I'm at this old castle like place, and I think that
it's a
boarding school of some manner because everyone there is wearing a
uniform;
white button-up top and blue slacks or skirts. I am
talking with a girl
who's about my age and slightly shorter with wavy brown hair. She's
talking
about escaping this place, and I'm trying to tell her that it isn't a
good
idea but she is absolutely set on her belief.
The dream changes then and it's night time. Me
and the girl are walking quietly in the outside courtyard, trying to
stay
in the shadows, and occasionaly looking up at the windows. There is a
soft
rustling off to one side and we stop dead, trying to figure out where
it
came from. Several tall figures in long black robes with the hoods
pulled
up step out from around a corner and start in a direction slightly east
of us (me and the girl). I turn and try to run for a place to hide,
thinking
the girl is behind me. I make it into a tiny nook in the wall and take
a moment to tell the girl that I knew it wasn't a good idea, but she
isn't
there. I look back just in time to see the last figure go back where it
came from.
The dream changes one final time and I am inside
the castle along with the other people. We are staring at a wall with a
circular design on it. On the design are a large collection of knives
all
pointing up. They are positioned around the girl who is hanging from
the
wall, attached there by chains on her wrists, waist, neck, and her
ankles
both in one. She is dressed in a torn white dress that reaches about
her
mid-upper leg, and her entire body is covered in cuts ranging from deep
to shallow. One of the figures is pointing to her and shouting at the
crowd,
and I still remember what it was saying. "This is what will happen to
you
if you challenge theÝteachings of the almighty one!"
I can feel anger and sadness welling up in my
chest to such an extreme extent that I try to run, but someone grabs my
arm and won't lets me go. That was usually where it stopped. The last
time
I ever had the dream, the person who forced me to stay escorted me to a
wooden door. The door was opened and I was shoved inside before the
door
was shut again. I could see a faint ligth around a corner and I decided
that that way was my best hope, so I started towards it. When I turned
the corner, I was met with the sight of twenty or so of those robed
figures,
all holding knives like the ones on the wall outside and beckoning me
forward.
They are telling me that it's time for my punishment for being a
sinner.
then everything goes dark and I woke up. ~H.S.
*
I have these reoccurring day dreams about a woman
dressed in a thin dirty shredded gown. She has long brown wavy hair and
a pale complexion. She is running through a forest following a creek.
She
keeps on looking behind her as though someone is following her. I get a
feeling of fright as though whoever is following her wants to harm her.
It is hard to ignore my feeling that I knew her or that I was her.
-WLJ,
MA, USA
*
In the second dream I am a women with three
daughters.
I am in a one room house preparing to flee. My husband is gone
and
I don't know where he is. I look at my girls. They range
from
12 to 18 years old. They all have dark hair, dark eyes, and olive
skin. Soldiers wearing khaki break into the room. The younger
ones
carry off my daughters. The older one has a mustache and looks
Hispanic,
drags my to a dry riverbed where he rapes me in front of his soldier
friends
who laugh at me. I still do not know where or when I was then.
-Samma
*
Hello - I enjoy your site so much. In 1973,
shortly after I relocated to Florida, a man I was dating wanted to show
me Palm Beach, Florida. We visited the White Hall home
there.
My friend knew the history of White Hall whereas I had never heard of
it.
As we proceeding into the tour I saw the beautiful marble stairs and my
eyes immediately went to a picture of a woman on the wall. The
tour
guide had just told us the Mr. Flagler had built this estate for his
wife
and that he had fallen down the stairs and subsequently died.
Without
realizing why, I heard myself say "she pushed him down the marble
stairs
and this led to his death" I then pointed to the picture of the woman
of
the wall. The tour guide said that was his wife and I replied
"she
shoved him". My friend was embarrassed, the tour guide seemed
taken
aback, and I did not realize myself why I had uttered those
words.
However, I KNEW in my soul that I was right. After leaving the
estate
my friend told me that he was embarrassed that I had said that in such
loud overtones and also he stated that what I had said had been rumored
for years to be the cause of the death. As we toured Pam
Beach
I saw places that looked so familiar and I began to describe the
interior
of one of the beautiful homes in the area. Also as we dined
at the Breakers I felt unusually comfortable and at home there. I
do believe I was a resident of Palm Beach at one time. I have wondered
since then how I KNEW that and I believe it is a carry over from
another
life. Thank you. Lavergne
*
When I was 7 and 8 (I'm 14 now) I had this weird
dream every night for about 4 months and I wanted to know if it could
be
a memory from a past life. In my dream I'm wearing an old,tattered
dress
and I have really long brown hair. I'm standing by a river with two
boys
my age and in the dream I was 14-16 years old. Me and one of the boys
are
trying to help the other one(Thomas) get across a river. It's early
spring
and the snow is just melting. Thomas didn't want to go because he was
scared
and didn't want to leave without me and the other guy. I start yelling
at him and crying saying if he doesn't go he'll get killed when a group
of people run over yelling that they'd found us. Some of the men grab
me
and the other boy and Thomas tries to help us but the people push him
in
the water and he drowns. I woke up crying every time I had the dream
and
asking them not to hurt him-even though I wasn't asleep
anymore-From:Alana
*
I thought I'd share another memory. When
my
older sister Megan and I were little, we used to have the same
dream,
or nightmare I should say. We didn't know until years later
when she saw
a drawing I was making and recognized it as the house in the
dream. In
this dream, I was standing in an old, mostly bare house; I'm not sure
of
the time period or place, but if I had to guess I'd say 16th-19th
century, either the United States or England. I was an observer
in the
dream and I don't think anyone could see me. I was standing by
a long
set of stairs looking into a sort of dining room, where there were two
young girls hiding under the table I got the feeling that
there was a
woman upstairs that they were afraid of, but I never saw her, just
heard
her footsteps. Weirdest of all, one of the girls was my sister
Megan,
I just knew that. I doubt we'll ever be able to find out more about
this
memory. If it was a past life, as I believe, it wasn't a good
one for
Megan. -Athlynne
*
More Non-Specific Times and Places Memories: I,
II
Dates Uncertain: I,
II,
III
Ancient
Times - Middle
Ages, 15th and 19th Centuries - 20th Century: I-II
