deege
New Member
When I was 3 in 1952, my neighbors were going to the Azores. I told my parents and them that I thought that island sunk. I was thinking of Atlantis. They couldn't believe that I had heard of Atlantis. I was so serious. It was a fact in my memory. I had repeated dreams since very early on of being there as a young, perhaps 8 year old. I was clad in a white tunic with leather sandals. I was walking on the beach below a cliff. Upon the cliff was a white columned building. I had a baby with me in my arms when the ground shook and a tidal wave came at us from the sea. I held the babies mouth and nose closed and ducked under the top of the wave. When I reappeared, the island was gone. I stared in amazement. The child was safe. I grabbed a log and we drifted to Egypt. This repeated dream still is vivid and makes me shake as I tell it. When I came across Carol Bowman's video about young children, memories flooded through me and I felt compelled to pursue telling her about this. I had several other repeated dreams that are still as vivid as just waking up from them. I really get the matter of fact attitude, the knowing.