PatriciaAndrade
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Hello to all!
This is my first thread about this matter here, since I was a young girl I always had that feeling that I had been around for many years, more than the ones I had at the time... but only around my teens I had the notion of what a past live was, since I was raised in a Christian Catholic family and reincarnation is not at all part of its beliefs.
Around my 20's maybe a bit older, I had a vivid dream, almost like been inside a movie, with sounds, smells and a sense of familiarity.
I knew that streets, it was my home, was not strange to me to see barouches on the streets instead of modern cars... was normal and it was a street I walked many times I had that feeling!
I was walking fast in my way to a house, a peculiar house... you see the entrance of that house was on a corner, I know that exists old houses like that, some time ago I founded on the Internet a house with a similar facade... 3 sides with stairs (one in front and the others on the sides), with about 4 or 5 steps each ones... the main stair had 2 pillars of a light color or even white there was a handrail from a side to the other, that one I'm sure it was white. The door was of a very dark brown with marble jambs, it had 2 windows one in each side with white frames, from what I recall it was a ground floor only house, the outside walls where reddish or in a very similar color.
I remember I stepped near one of the windows, the one in my left, and I saw "my reflection", of a young woman with 17/18 years old not much older... I got a bit scared at the time because I recognized as myself but not me at the same time... not me right now... I had a long light color dress with laces or ruffles... maybe both not sure... I was not able to see my feet so was that long. My hair was black or a very dark brown... curly like made tubes, didn't had a hat but I had something on my hand I can’t recall if was a umbrella or a hat.
I remember of placing my gloved had on the window, when the door next to it opened and a man around his 25 years old... (maybe)... stepped out and leaned against the doorframe looking at me. He was tall, red headed with sideburns and green eyes... I remember the white shirt he had, a open black vest, maybe light brown trousers...
When I looked at him my heart jumped in a mist of joy and fear and I said his name: "Alexandre"
He smiled at me and pulls me inside the house saying: "I'm glad you didn't forget me!"
I went with him to a room... everything was so vivid to me like I had be inside that room so many times before, the reddish tones of the room mostly because of the red curtains there... the open bed... the burned class of the oil lamp over the bedside table. I sat on a chair while he was on the bed holding my hands... I woke up at that time... with a warm feeling like I never felt on this present life.
I had another dream with the same people but I will tell you about it later... the funny thing about all this is that when my mother was pregnant of me she said there was a name inside her head all the time that name was "Alexandre"... if I had born a boy for sure that name would be my first name... I still carry it but as my second name in its feminine form.
Well... what you think? is this just a big dream... a very vivid one... or is actually a memory trigged out by something I was feeling at the time?
This is my first thread about this matter here, since I was a young girl I always had that feeling that I had been around for many years, more than the ones I had at the time... but only around my teens I had the notion of what a past live was, since I was raised in a Christian Catholic family and reincarnation is not at all part of its beliefs.
Around my 20's maybe a bit older, I had a vivid dream, almost like been inside a movie, with sounds, smells and a sense of familiarity.
I knew that streets, it was my home, was not strange to me to see barouches on the streets instead of modern cars... was normal and it was a street I walked many times I had that feeling!
I was walking fast in my way to a house, a peculiar house... you see the entrance of that house was on a corner, I know that exists old houses like that, some time ago I founded on the Internet a house with a similar facade... 3 sides with stairs (one in front and the others on the sides), with about 4 or 5 steps each ones... the main stair had 2 pillars of a light color or even white there was a handrail from a side to the other, that one I'm sure it was white. The door was of a very dark brown with marble jambs, it had 2 windows one in each side with white frames, from what I recall it was a ground floor only house, the outside walls where reddish or in a very similar color.
I remember I stepped near one of the windows, the one in my left, and I saw "my reflection", of a young woman with 17/18 years old not much older... I got a bit scared at the time because I recognized as myself but not me at the same time... not me right now... I had a long light color dress with laces or ruffles... maybe both not sure... I was not able to see my feet so was that long. My hair was black or a very dark brown... curly like made tubes, didn't had a hat but I had something on my hand I can’t recall if was a umbrella or a hat.
I remember of placing my gloved had on the window, when the door next to it opened and a man around his 25 years old... (maybe)... stepped out and leaned against the doorframe looking at me. He was tall, red headed with sideburns and green eyes... I remember the white shirt he had, a open black vest, maybe light brown trousers...
When I looked at him my heart jumped in a mist of joy and fear and I said his name: "Alexandre"
He smiled at me and pulls me inside the house saying: "I'm glad you didn't forget me!"
I went with him to a room... everything was so vivid to me like I had be inside that room so many times before, the reddish tones of the room mostly because of the red curtains there... the open bed... the burned class of the oil lamp over the bedside table. I sat on a chair while he was on the bed holding my hands... I woke up at that time... with a warm feeling like I never felt on this present life.
I had another dream with the same people but I will tell you about it later... the funny thing about all this is that when my mother was pregnant of me she said there was a name inside her head all the time that name was "Alexandre"... if I had born a boy for sure that name would be my first name... I still carry it but as my second name in its feminine form.
Well... what you think? is this just a big dream... a very vivid one... or is actually a memory trigged out by something I was feeling at the time?
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LOL and then that dream happens... and time to time I have dreams of houses of that time, sometimes inside it sometimes I walk outside, like in the gardens and so.
ah, I miss going to Mexico 
