I can remember having this dream when I was a baby about being in a car wreck. The dream went (briefly put) like this: My mother runs into a store (or building, something), but she leaves the car running because she'll only be a minute. I drop my toy or something and dislodge the brakes of the car. The car rolls off a bridge into the water, and I'm strapped in my car-seat, so of course, I meet my end. I haven't had the dream in a few years. My mother has told me that when I first started talking (which I didn't do until I was 3), I would say that I wanted to go home, even though I was in the only house I'd ever lived in. I have an obsession with struggles in and underwater and an intense fear of bridges. Was this my latest past life? I can't imagine that I would've seen something at such a young age that would've enabled me to contrive such a vivid dream, but I'm not sure. I've also always been very interested and drawn to the Medieval ages, burning at the stake, and have had an aversion to Christianity. (I know that's completely unrelated to the first part of this post). Could someone please help me try to sort out whatever bizarre stuff I have trailing behind me?
