I have been having two past life dreams reoccurring in my sleep. Some memories are unsettling, and as I've gotten older one of the more prominent ones became a lot less PG. Since there more frequent occurances in later years I now sleep with a journal and pen next to my bed to document them before I forget minor details. The first dream: When I was young I had this reoccurring series of dreams, which the surroundings around me and other interacting characters within it were masked in a large amount of bright yellow light. I could remember the names of these individuals in my sleep but never could keep their names in my head for long enough to write them down. We were about to stage a coup of some kind. Then in other dreams we had successfully staged the coup and living comfortable lives and we're highly celebrated by those around us for what we had done, although an overwhelming feeling of loss as if not everyone had made it. This series of dream had stopped sometime before my pre teens, but I had one crazy dream that I know had to have been a part of this series of dream; around 16 years old I had a follow up dream where I was certain it was again with this series of dreams but not encompassed by a yellow mask of light. I was sneaking at night into some kind of military compound. I had to deliver a package of some kind, either a trap or something. I woke up gasping for air from that dream and I was filled with fright yet curiosity. From that dream I had an overwhelming sensation of it being a past life memory and being involved in World War II. I have had short dreams of seeing men in uniforms from that era too in most recent years. The second: This has been a more recent series of dreams in the last few years and what has brought me here, but I have had recurring dreams of being a young teenager who I now believe was murdered by a younger brother I was helping trying to raise with my parents. In these dreams I had an overwhelming fascination of ancient Rome and Greek language, and a fascination of painting too. The dreams always had a slight dark undertone to them when I was around the younger brother. (This gets a little violent from here as a forewarning) Last night however I dreamed I was being chased through a wooded area and the brother was throwing rocks at me, to where eventually I felt like I fell and fell and fell. My dream panned to a third person view of my family mourning over what I presumed my body inside a mound of dirt in a forest with the brother not there, pleading how he could have done what he had. That's where I woke up, and wrote as much information as I could. If I've had more of these dreams when I was younger I can not seem to remember them. I'm not sure if the second is just a dream or a PL but I'm certain the first is a PL, there has always been an overwhelming sensation of realness to those.