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A WWII past life in the same city where I live now

Scavenger

Senior Member
Hello everyone! I’m new to the forum, so I want to introduce myself with a recent PL related dream I had a few days ago. This would be enough to give an impression about the WWII past life I have been trying to validate. I have active and dormant periods of past life research, some lasting months, but I seem to discover something new every time I return to my research.

In order to understand this dream from the beginning, I must add that I am from Budapest, Hungary and it seems as though in my WWII past life I lived and worked here too. When I refer to a certain city in the dream, it’s Budapest.

The dream:
In the whole scene, it was my present self, well at least that is how it felt at certain points. Part of the dream had a very “real” feeling to it, like I was in a different era.

In the scene I wore the field grey SS (Nazi) uniform and I even wore the visor cap. I suddenly appeared at a location that felt familiar from Budapest. There were two people with me I didn't know, but they kept following me in the scene. A few people appeared on the streets but they tried to avoid looking at me.

We entered a building I couldn’t name until later on during my research, but I already suspected what it was and where it was. After reaching the main entrance, there came a cut and without walking through stairs and corridors, we appeared in one of the rooms in this building. Like the building, the room was lifeless. No people, no furniture. I was at the window and it was then that I got that "aha" moment, because I recognized this place. Then came an interesting thing: I also recognized that this place must be the same as the one from another dream (note: it was actually the second time I dreamed about this location. It was perhaps much like the room I saw in another dream I had).

When I found the similarities between the two scenes from the two different dreams, I started to walk backwards like a crab. I did this with an intention and I looked at one of the unknown persons who followed me to the room too. I had a big smile on my face while looking at this person and it felt like we both knew why I was doing what I was doing: I wanted to walk to the window again, repeating what I did in a previous dream to see if it were the same room or not, but when I did this I got a “hmm” feeling. In the end, I realized that this was not the same room because the landscape was not the same but it all looked similar. I asked my unknown company to follow me to the terrace, which was down, in the garden and directly joined the building. So we showed up here suddenly. I turned around, looked at the building and then the terrace's pavement, then the trees and the scenery. I started to talk to my company and I said that it can't be the place where my office was because the scenery is different. Then I pointed at the trees. I told them that I could see the city clearly and these trees here cover too much and there's only a very small part of the city I can see between the trees, and the whole direction is wrong. As we were standing there, one of the men started to smoke a cigarette, but said nothing. For a few seconds I felt a strange feeling, a familiar feeling. Hard to explain... just by standing there, I got some familiar feelings, like something like this had happened to me earlier. I kept looking around, when I noticed that to my left, there was the building I was looking for. "Ah, that was it, let's go there!", I said, then I added "This one was not mine, Dieter Wisliceny was here".

Then we walked along the street to reach that other building. People on the street still acted in a weird way and didn't want to look at me or say anything. Even I started to feel uncomfortable. Then we reached the main door and entered this second building. Like with the other building, we skipped the scene with the stairs and corridors, we appeared in one of the rooms again. It was empty, again. But as I looked through the window and looked at the landscape, I immediately recognized the place. The city filled a big part of the scene, because there was a big space, a big gap between the trees in the garden (quick note: these buildings were on a top of a hill and there was a great panorama).
In the dream I felt very satisfied, then we appeared at the second building’s terrace, which was empty in the scene, no people, no furniture. I immediately recognized it and I said "We used to eat here, there were tables".


After the scene with the terrace, we left the building and my unknown company left me too. Here came a little change in the dream. It started to mix with the present. My parents came to me on the street, it looked like they were just "accidentally" walking there. I felt more and more uncomfortable in my SS uniform and I started to unbutton it, but I didn't take it off. A few seconds later, two of my childhood friends from my current life came to me too. One of them asked: "Have you found what you were looking for?" I felt scared, I didn't want to tell my parents the reason why I was wandering around this place (funnily enough, they said nothing about my Nazi uniform), so the friend added quickly (to save me from the awkward situation? It was hard to tell): "Have you found that treasure?", she asked. "No... I haven't", I answered in a very confused way. Then when I started to walk across the street with my friends, my parents disappeared. In the final scene, me and my friends were walking in an unknown place that looked like a forest's edge, and while we crossed a rail, they told me "We're still looking for that treasure". Then the dream ended.

After I woke up, I wrote down the dream and started some quick research. It was indeed a place called Swabian Hill, and it was not too difficult for me to recognize, seeing as I live closely to this location. There are several Bauhaus styled buildings next to each other in a street, these buildings used to function as hotels before the Nazis occupied Hungary in March 1944. A big, visible change between the past and the present is that the scenery, especially the trees are very different. Now they’re big and forest-like, but in my dream (and in the 1940s, according to a few remaining photos) the trees were smaller and better kept, the panorama was also better, even from the lower floors of these buildings. The other big difference is that none of these buildings have terraces now. They disappeared long time ago, since their function changed after WW2. But on an aerial photo from 1944, I found out that these buildings indeed had terraces in that year when the Nazis were present in the city. The big surprise to me was that I absolutely didn’t know that the first building had a terrace back then too, I only found out about it after the dream.

And the person I mentioned in my dream - Dieter Wisliceny - was a Gestapo officer who commanded a unit in that first building. And when I realized in the dream that I was at “his” office and “mine” was that other one, it could only mean one thing: I most possibly used to work in the main Gestapo HQ in Budapest.

I must add that I’ve never been to these buildings or their gardens in my current life. And what about that part with the treasure? It can be simply symbolic, like finding a past life or validations is a treasure. It remained a mystery.
 
Welcome to the forum, Scavenger.

That's a very detailed dream you had. And you even were able to confirm details.

Thanks for sharing, maybe this will help others who get their memories via dreams.
 
Hi Scavenger,

Welcome to the forum!

That was an interesting dream. Thank you for sharing it with us.
I guess you didn´t stop researching this ´case´. Well, I wouldn´t if I were in your shoes. It´s fascinating when memories get validation in normal life, like the name of that other officer or the existence of those terraces. Keep us posted when you discover more!
 
Thank you so much SeekerOfKnowledge and fireflydancing!

I'm going to be that type of member who can only talk about experiences with dreams, that's really my only source of PL related scenes and I can't seem to connect that certain part of my subconscious in other ways, even though I've tried to practice self regression for years. So I'm always very happy when a dream like this just accidentally pops up. And when validations come with it, even better! I hope I can discover more...
 
Welcome to the forum Scavenger! :)

I always get so excited when I meet someone with a Gestapo PL. I think it’s because of my own WWII lifetime and how closely I worked with the Gestapo in the RSHA Hauptquartier in Berlin. And because my other half was Head of RSHA.

Hope to see more of your discoveries! Budapest Gestapo, must have been interesting!

Eva x
 
Dear Scavenger, welcome to the forum. As I myself have strong connections to Hungary and BP in particular, and I was a German WW2 soldier in my PL, I found your dreamstory here very interesting to read.

May I suggest the person you dreamed of is Adolf Eichmann or Hermann Krumey? Im of course not shure, its only a guess. It could have been several others as well, as there cited almost two hundred gestapists in Budapest from March 1944 on. But from reading your story, this person you describe appear to be somewhat more highranking than the rest of the people in those office-villas on the hill.

That teasure you mention also captures me very much. You mention that the meaning of the expression could be symbolic for this dream you had. Like that to have this dream and remember it clearly when you wake up, is in it self a treasure that helps you understand your life better. But if we consider a more concreat meaning of a treasure mentioned in the dream, could it have meant that the Nazis (or some of them) were hunting for some kind of old treasure in Hungary (and possibly other countries as well)? Like some old antique relic or talisman that they belived was hidden there? Possibly by the jews, who they were so eager to deport out to Auschwitz and exterminate. Because thats why Gestapo was in the country in the first place, to get the jews. I dont know, but if something happens to come to my mind about what that treasure could have been all about, I will let you know. (I know, this is a bit Indiana Jones-ish, but why not...)

Looking forward to hear more of this. Hope you dream more. Very exiting.
 
Welcome to the forum Scavenger! :)

I always get so excited when I meet someone with a Gestapo PL. I think it’s because of my own WWII lifetime and how closely I worked with the Gestapo in the RSHA Hauptquartier in Berlin. And because my other half was Head of RSHA.

Hope to see more of your discoveries! Budapest Gestapo, must have been interesting!

Eva x

Thank you Eva! :)

Sometimes it feels like that having a Gestapo officer apst life is never as "fancy" as having a Waffen-SS, Wehrmacht or Luftwaffe one (for example), because we were the Nazis working behind the scenes and did not fight at the frontlines. As some say, the Gestapo was full of "desk murderers". And the only things left behind this organization is fear and disgust. But as you may also know, a life in the Gestapo could be an interesting one too. A signature on a paper over a desk could make history too. Mostly sad history, but we didn't come back to feel cursed or punished by a life like this, we have to accept it, learn from the past events in order to avoid the same mistakes of the past.

Ah, why all the big words? I'm ready to give an old fashioned Nuremberg Rally speach, haha. So I stop it now. :oops:

I'm very interested in your past lives, especially the one that links you to the RSHA! I'm looking forward to read your stories Eva!
 
Dear Scavenger, welcome to the forum. As I myself have strong connections to Hungary and BP in particular, and I was a German WW2 soldier in my PL, I found your dreamstory here very interesting to read.

Dear Stewardess Ester Ősz, thank you! I'm so happy to hear that you also have connections to both Budapest and the Third Reich era! I see you chose the name Ősz, which means 'autumn' in Hungarian (but I'm sure you know it). :) As I'm going to delve into the forum members' posts and threads, I hope I can read more about your stories! I often get very emotional and comradely when I read about fellow WWII Germans' past lives.

May I suggest the person you dreamed of is Adolf Eichmann or Hermann Krumey? Im of course not shure, its only a guess. It could have been several others as well, as there cited almost two hundred gestapists in Budapest from March 1944 on. But from reading your story, this person you describe appear to be somewhat more highranking than the rest of the people in those office-villas on the hill.

No, I'm quite sure I was neither Eichmann, nor Krumey. I think I'm very close to validate the exact person because more memory-fragments from different cities and with different people from the same life point at a certain person. Indeed, he was high ranked. I'm quite shy with the names on public forums, so I'm not sure if I want to name this person yet. I'm a bit paranoid too. :confused::)

But if we consider a more concreat meaning of a treasure mentioned in the dream, could it have meant that the Nazis (or some of them) were hunting for some kind of old treasure in Hungary (and possibly other countries as well)?

It's actually quite surprizing that you mentioned an actual treasure, because I found this as a possibility too! I added it to my original description but I didn't want to add here, because I thought people would think I'm crazy and watched too much Indiana Jones (which is not true). Last year I met a person who used to live in one of these buildings and she said that a few years ago, the floor of one of the flats collapsed and people found a hidden tunnel built by the Nazis. I also find it interesting that I met a totally random person who lived there and shared this information with me the first day we met (of course I didn't say anything about my past life research results). Suspecting that I was high ranked, I find it possible that my past self or his men hid something there 75-76 years ago. They worked with a lot of Jewish money. It would be absolutely crazy to eventually find out information about it in a future dream. The building and its garden haven't seen a renovation in a long-long time, so if other people would eventually find a treasure box, I can at least say that it validates something for me.
 
Thank you Eva! :)

.....I'm very interested in your past lives, especially the one that links you to the RSHA! I'm looking forward to read your stories Eva!

I don’t really talk a lot about it on the forum, guess it’s still that fear of “will someone use my words to persecute me and report me to the Gestapo?” (Long story :oops: )

But if you’re interested send me a PM and I can tell you a little more! :)

Eva x
 
Your post just motivated me to come back to my WWII life and look for validation myself after spending time researching other stuff. The most concrete proof I have for now is my house in Prague.

Just like you, I did work in the Gestapo. I am honestly a bit hesitant to identify myself as a DN atm because I was also American in that life, after WWII. I acknowledge that I was involved with Nazi Germany but I’m more than that. It’s complicated.

Feel free to post more, I would be interested. Wisliceny seems to be a name I’ve seen before when researching about the organisations I was involved in but I forgot where.
 
Your post just motivated me to come back to my WWII life and look for validation myself after spending time researching other stuff. The most concrete proof I have for now is my house in Prague.

That's good! The good thing about a WWII past life is the fact it's very well documented, even if many documents got destroyed by the end of the war. But there are tons of photos, films, letters, interrogation reports, survivors' memories, and so on. But it's still not that easy if you don't have enough memories to match all these. In my case, it's been a problem too. There was one event where my suspected past self did something and I think I had a memory with it prior to past life research. It's even mentioned in books, but I can't seem to find enough infos about the exact look of the place where it happened, or what exactly had happened there behind closed doors. So now I have a possible memory and a 1 sentence long description of the event, and I can't seem to mach them, still...

Just like you, I did work in the Gestapo. I am honestly a bit hesitant to identify myself as a DN atm because I was also American in that life, after WWII. I acknowledge that I was involved with Nazi Germany but I’m more than that. It’s complicated.

The interesting things (and what makes the world quite furious) is that most Gestapo officers did not get any harsh punishments and they could have a peaceful life in West Germany after the war. At least many of the high ranked Gestapo officers had this fate after the war. Some "random" officers got executed or imprisoned, while their superiors had a calm life and died at an old age. I guess those who had a long life after the Nazi years (especially those who left Germany) and weren't soaked in completely by the Nazi ideologies, they had a long life where they could identify themselves as somebody else and no longer a server of the Third Reich. But those who really believed in the regime and were not children, teens or young men in their 20s when the war ended, they must have had dificculties in the "new world". At least they had to deal with some open wounds for many years...

Feel free to post more, I would be interested. Wisliceny seems to be a name I’ve seen before when researching about the organisations I was involved in but I forgot where.

Honestly, I haven't even researched Wisliceny that much, I just wrote down his name 1-2 times and left him for future studies. That's why I was surprised I even mentioned his name in a dream.
 
I have paused searching for now because school is coming. However, so far, I have found a picture of myself in my early teens so it’s a good start. It is well-documented but I do not really have my name at the moment so it is a struggle to find my documents. At least I know which organisations I worked for and when. That helped.

I was in my mid-20s when I left Germany. I was heavily brainwashed in the ideology during my childhood but denazification happened and I realised that I was serving the wrong kind of people. I was so ashamed of myself that I didn’t reveal to my children about my past until they were old enough. My wife and I only spoke English to them. I thought only one child German but mainly because he was interested in learning it. My children at least knew that I was a polyglot.

I wasn’t punished by the Allies mainly because I proved to be useful to them during the Cold War. I had information on the Soviets that they didn’t. I’m glad that I didn’t survive to this era though, especially after seeing men in their 90s ending up in jail for serving the Third Reich.

I think I saw Wisliceny in some YouTube videos when I newly discovered my Third Reich life but I forgot which one.
 
Thanks for sharing those memories from your WWII German life, Bellona! I can understand what a struggle it could be to deal with the Nazi past around that young age... You may know that those so-called Gestapo henchmen who actually did the beatings during interrogations were usually very young men. I have no idea how could they deal with it after the war (if they survived), but they could always say "I just followed orders", which was true in their cases. But sometimes it's hard to find that line between the "I just followed orders" and the "I was personally responsible for certain acts". Of course it was not a surprise to see in interrogation reports how most of the Nazis tried to get rid of the responsibility. And if they committed crimes in countries that eventually fell behind the Eastern side of the Iron Curtain, they were in a better position since it was hard, sometimes impossible for the Western countries to acquire witnesses or document from these countries. And as you wrote, many Nazis became useful during the Cold War era, in other countries. The Kubrick movie "Dr. Strangelove" was an amuzing way to present this "phenomenon" to the audiences in the 1960s.
 
So I decided to add my latest PL looking scene from a dream what I actually had 2,5 weeks ago. And after a quick, excited hunt for the place I saw in my dream, I even managed to find the location. Unfortunately, I can't add exact details (like the name of the location) as it would make it easier to find out who I was, even though it still needs a bit deeper research. But oh, well, paranoia is hitting me hard... :confused:

The scene started in the middle and ended suddenly: quite common when it comes to my realistic looking PL dreams.
All of a sudden, I found myself in a place that looked like some kind of a prison or camp. The cell was big, with arched vaulting, with beds for many people, and those wooden beds didn't look comfortable at all. The room was rather dark and all the walls were grey. I could see a window in the corner of my eye and I was talking to some people. When it comes to my realistic looking dreams, the people who follow me in these dreams are usually "edited out". I can't recall any detail about them, only the fact that they were there and we talked to each other. I often get the feeling it's part of the "game", I have to find them by using the other details I get in these dreams. This happens so often that it can't be an accident, I think.

In that big prison cell, there was only one man on the beds (or I could only see this one person): an old, very sick looking, totally frightened man. His head was shaven and he was just laying in the bed, looking at us with fear and a shrinking, lifeless spark behind his eyes. Then one of the men who escorted/followed me said:
"It's an elderly home."
It sounded like he wanted to mock the sick old man, who definitely didn't imagine his retirement days in such a horrible place. Then I replied to the unknown person:
"To me, it looks like a lager."
Honestly, I still don't know if we exchanged some awful jokes, or not. That was all we said to each other in the scene.
Then we moved to an other room that connected the previous one. There were several prisoners standing in silence. In addition, there were a few chairs in front of them. I eventually sat down. While I was sitting down and looking at my lap, I noticed I wore the long black leather "Gestapo coat". In that moment I got conscious. It's hard to tell the feeling... maybe I got conscious that all this is from that certain life of mine and I only noticed it when I saw my clothes, or I don't know. It was just a quick thought. And when I looked up from my lap to look at the prisoners, the dream suddenly ended.

The next day, I tried to make a drawing of the place. It was the first time I actually tried to do it and I even showed it to a friend. I added the few details I was quite sure about: the arched vaulting, the window that was arched on the top and had bars on it, the beds, and how the two rooms were connected to each other. But since I wasn't sure about every single detail, I wrote down further thoughts on this place. Just in case I find something and the drawing itself wouldn't be enough accurate and talkative.

What made this dream quite surprising is that the place didn't look like any of the concentration camps or prisons I've seen before on photos or videos. But the overall look of the place and the architectural designs gave me some ideas. Since I already know who I was in that life, I could narrow down the possibilities to cities and certain facilities. After ca. 10 days of searching, I eventually found the place. It suddenly made a LOT of sense. This place was indeed a prison and it was me who designated this place as a Gestapo prison. I knew about this place, I even made a quick research before, yet I haven't seen this particular part of the prison complex.

It took me several days to find at least a few indoor photos. They matched the overall look of my drawing and my description of the place. It had arched vaulting, the window had bars and the top of it was arched. The room was painted in grey. It was possible to go from one room to the other one the way I drew it. There were no beds in the room on the photo (which was a modern photo of the place), bud maybe they got removed long time ago. After I found those few photos, I got very excited, so I continued my research. I found the map of the prison and it validated that those big, grey rooms were actually group cells. I found out that sick prisoners usually had to stay in their cells and got no extra care - that man from my dream was definitely agonizing in his bed. In fact, it looked like he was left there while the other inmates were sent to somewhere else.

The commandant of this prison - my subordinate - was known for his sadism, which was not uncommon among prison/camp commandants. I have the feeling it was him who talked to me. Verbally mocking a sick old prisoner definitely requires a bit of sadism. But I myself didn't show too much empathy either. And I kind of "sensed" (or knew) that the last seconds of the dream was a prelude to something unpleasant. I got the feeling those prisoners were made to stand there in silence because I "honored" the place with my presence and I was about to witness something. It looked like everything was prepared prior to my arrival, since the prisoners were already standing in the cell and there were chairs for us. It felt like I didn't want to stand the whole time, also, it would be a pain to see that the "big Nazi boss" is sitting comfortably, while the starving, weak and sick prisoners didn't enjoy this simple comfort. In fact, sitting on a simple chair became luxury for those who spent their days on their feet or in unconfortable beds - if they had the privilege to have a bed.
Maybe the prison staff were about to start a brutal interrogation in the end of the scene, or they just wanted to impress me and they humiliated/abused a random group of inmates. I'm not sure about this, because this was the part I was not able to see in my dream. But it's not unusual that my PL dreams end just right before something exciting was about to start. Sometimes these scenes are so short, yet so talkative. They get cut by "somebody" who knows exactly what amount of information I need, and how often I need these informations to continue my research and keep me interested in this past life for years.

This whole experience made me realize the importance of drawings/sketches. If you can draw at least a little bit, try it out! Buildings are quite easy to put down on a piece of paper (well, at leats to me. I've been drawing buildings since my early childhood, since I originally wanted to be an architect. But I ended up being a bureucrat - just like my Gestapo officer PL persona). It's common that I don't have the time to analyze a place in these scenes and up until now, I thought a drawing based on a short scene won't help me at all because I could only draw with so-so accuracy. But it turned out a simple pencil drawing - with a bit more written descriptions added to it - can be a source of validation.
 
Drawings can work as excellent validations, especially since they're very honest. It makes me angry when parents label everything unusual a kid draws or says as "wild fantasies". My parents didn't even believe the dreams (any kind of dreams) I told them after I woke up were scenes I really saw in my dreams. They thought I was fluently lying and making up everything.

I also had a few childhood darwings that started to make more sense decades later. The sad thing is that I lost all my drawings I made before age 6-7. After that, something changed in me, recurring nightmares with deaths and unknown places stopped to show up (until my late 20s) and I started to draw images from books and cartoons.
However, my mind has been long littered by images and visions of prisons in all kind of shapes and styles. This is something (and sadism as an attached feeling) that was already present in me since the kindergarten years and it never ceased to exist. But even as a kid, I knew it was something rather sick and I never made drawings of these places, or talked about it to others. I was always very conscious about my "little secret" and I never needed or wanted help from the outside (and I wasn't depressed at all) or a way to express sadism as an adult (well, kids like to torture other kids and animals, so I don't count those years, haha).
 
Unfortunately, I only started to write at age 7, but I think I was aroun 9 when I was finally able to pour my own feelings into words. But it took me even more time to write meaningful things. At age 14, I still wrote like a 8 years old kid (when I found my diary from that age and I re-read everything, I was really embarrassed. Honestly, it looked like I had some problems with my development around that age). Only a certain diary from age 18-19 showed little, useful hints regarding my PL research. So I envy a bit those who were able to write interesting stuff as a kid. :)

What I noticed is how kids can act really cruel at school. Beating up each other and bullying were everyday practices at school. Also, the poor, the ugly and the dumb kid had to suffer even more, they were targets of all kind of cruel acts. It often felt like being in the wilderness where only the strongest survived and I needed strong alliances, or even a pack to defend myself.

But animal torture was something I'm not sure about. Now I love animals a lot, but as a kid, I treated bugs and spiders like they were gladiators. I unleashed them and they had to fight for their lives. Sometimes I was so creative I paired a huge bug with hundreds of ants (spoiler alert: the ants won). I also liked to pull cats' tails, I was so obsessed about this that I tried to catch the poor cat even under the furniture. And once, when the cat got fed up with being a pan with a handle in my eyes, she lacerated my hand until the point I needed the first aid kit. Good that I eventually made peace with cats and now they're my favorite animals. :rolleyes:

It looks like, the fact you were actually a soldier and I was "only" an oppressor bureaucrat, we used and experienced cruelty in very different ways that even affected us in our future lives...
 
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