Hello, I have decided to come here in hopes of getting some clearance as this has been on my mind for quite a while now, my whole life in fact. I will leave a warning though, my story is deep and rather dark, so read this with caution. I've always had small pieces that I remember but it wasn't important since it was too young to make out anything but I think it was around June last year, I kept getting these awful nightmares night after night; one night was extremely vivid though and it felt as though I was literally concious in this dream. In this dream, there was this demon thing, my room was black and grey and everything was just monochrome- this demon came up to me and led me into another room where these girls were, I don't remember how many there were but I estimate around 5-8 , this demon told me to kill of them, honestly I was so terrified that I did it. After they had perished, their limbs started turning into blades and their corpses were chasing me so I ran out outside and I forced myself to wake up then because I was genuinely horrified. Nonetheless, Since then I've been getting more and more signs indicating that... I was a murderer. Obviously I don't have those intentions in this life I think it's absolutely disgusting but it just becomes more and more clear since I have this huge fascination of seeing people get cut open, or injured, I can't stomach it since I hate blood but I can't stop watching those nasty documentarie. So just recently, I decided enough is enough,and I attempted a past life regression session. I remember I had these expensive black shoes on which were really shiny, it was probably new, but definitely expensive, I was in an alleyway and behind me was this wall which was a dead end, so I walked forward and it looked like Europe, like the Victorian era Europe. It was extremely odd; one side was dark as night with rain pouring down and the other side was sunny and very bright. I went to the end of the alleyway and saw all these people walking and selling their food in the marked. There were carraiges riding through and it just seemed like an ordinary day in the Victorian era. For some reason, I got really nervous and walked back down the ally way, that is where someone interrupted me and I went out of the hypnosis. But what could this mean? Was I really this bad person that I believe I was? If so, is this life my "second chance"?