Since this life keeps showing up, I guess it's about time to make a thread to track it.... As usual, when I meditate I keep my fingers on my laptop keyboard and type whatever comes along. Often it's nothing at all or some insight about present-day troubles. Yesterday I had a detailed glimpse into my samurai avatar's childhood. --- I am playing in a field. My hands are full of roots. and I am waving the stems like a sword. Laughing muddy … dodging each other. My foot slips and I fall in the mud. My friends run off laughing and I realize someone won't be happy at the state I’m in when I get back. I go back to …It is raised on stilts … a low platform a couple feet off the ground with pillars ... and a grass roof? open sided. Maybe just a large open space with apartments off to the back half. rooms… hmm… mostly it's an open deck of some sort. (I haven’t found an online photo that reminds me of it yet.) There is an impression of other buildings, but not many. I approach from the side up the less used trail. My hands are dripping muddy water because I tried to wash myself n a ditch. I feel afraid. There is a dark shadow … Someone snatches at me and I duck a sword coming down toward my face. Someone catches me and rolls with me … (or knocks me rolling I can’t tell.) The wind is knocked out of me. I can’t breathe as the men fight silhouetted against the sky. (I have a really clear look up their bodies … the very wide hat brims, the armor silhouetted and then close up.) One stumbles back. His armor has knobs all over it ridges …. a wide brim on the helmet …. (The wider hat in this photo is closer to the silhouette from the back. I didn’t see the ornaments. But the full black armor has bumps like the ones I saw. ) I edge back under the house. There is heat. It is on fire. I make it across and run into the brush on the other side, away from the fighting. My back hurts and it is hard to breathe. I’m wearing some sort of loose tunic It’s tied up or short enough so I can run easily. muddy and wet. I don’t go too far. I want to know what happened. I circle around and look for something to climb. Black smoke against the sky. The sounds of battle … now fading. I end up crawling through the tall grass, carefully. It is like a game we play where we move without being seen, and I’m good at it, so I’m confident I won't be noticed by the fighters. A samurai is sitting binding up his arm. He looks tired. dark feet … some white spattered with mud and blood, lots of red and black and metal parts. He looks up toward me and I look away quickly so he won’t feel my gaze. ……………….. I am in a cart, jostling. My side hurts and it’s hard to move. I was caught by someone. I don’t even know if they were the ones who attacked us or if they tried to protect us Nobody else survived? My whole world has ended. I want to protect myself from now on … I want to be strong.