About 7 years ago, I think I was 21 years old at the time, I had a really vivid dream that I believe was showing me a past life. From time to time I get kind of obsessed over it, and I feel I've got a lot of unanswered questions. Who was I? Why was I shown this previous life in this life? etc. I've undergone past life regression two times with different therapists, none of them really worked... I've meditated for about 7 years, it might have been right after I started I had the dream, but I've never experienced anything specifically related to this dream through that. I've wanted to be a writer my whole life, but I have a lot of fear about it, for no apparent reason. Maybe it has something to do with what I experienced in this life. I think I maybe contributed to illegal papers, or was a resistance writer of some sort, but I can't tell for sure. If you have any thoughts or ideas about this, I'll be really grateful. So let me tell you about it: The dream was unlike any other I've ever had, not just in terms of "content" but also in that it felt just as real as my daily life. There were tons of details which I remembered clearly, things like furniture and clothing, but can't remember specifically now. Thankfully I think I've got a diary somewhere - I believe I wrote it all down. Anyways, here is what I remember: First flash: I was a young woman, inside a house I clearly knew (I can remember how most of it was set up with regards to space and placement of rooms etc.) - maybe it was where I lived - walking back and forth inside, while hastily, almost in a desperate way, writing on paper I held in my hands. I have a feeling someone who "belonged there" was not there when he should have been, but not really sure. Just got a strong feeling there is a he involved in some way. Second flash: I'm standing outside what looks like a university building, I think I'm with two other young women, possibly my friends, and other people are around too. It feels like it's been decorated around us for some kind of event. Black cars, the kinds from that era, roll in in front of us, and I remember feeling forced to walk up to one of them. The window rolls down, and there's Hitler literally breathing onto my face. I feel a tremendous anger and nausea inside, I'm disgusted to face him, but I give him the best smile I possibly can. I think I had tremendous doubts about who I could trust, and I remember getting the feeling that the other women I was with were genuinely happy to be there. Third flash: Again at the same house as previously. I'm not sure if I'm with somebody or if I'm alone, but I feel there's someone there with me, though I never actually saw this in the dream. We hear a sound we instinctively know to be marching soldiers outside. We peak through the curtains and can see the legs of a big group of them. We're down on the floor, as close to the walls as possible, crawling upwards towards the other end of the house. I remember running outside, through the yard with a cherry or apple tree, there are a lot of other similar houses and yards all around, looks like some kind of suburban, cozy neighborhood. I'm just running and there are other people also running. We get to a dead end with a tree, and I remember pushing someone up in the tree, before I look down on the ground and see it's covered in huge dams of blood. ___ Oh, I have no idea if this has any relevance, but just felt like mentioning I have a huge white birth-mark-ish thing shaped in a sort of half-arrow/half-triangle starting just below my breast going down with the narrowest point above my belly button. I'm not positive it is a birthmark, because it first started appearing after I was a certain age (maybe around 11-12, not sure). It's a lot less pigmented than the rest of my skin, so when I get a tan it's much more visible.