sunbright
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A few years ago, when I was only a teenager, I had a strange dream. I believe it possibly had a past life reference in it, but I can't make it out. I'd love to read other's responses to this very strange dream I had, so here it is:
It began as a quite normal dream (or at least, a normal dream for me): flashing scenes which make little to no sense, strange ideas and images assembling, and reassembling. The dream, I felt, was a long one. However, all I can remember from the flashing scenes are two scenes in particular. As if from camera-point, I was closing up on a city - a city full of grey, and bleak sky-scrappers. The dream zoomed further and further in 'till it focused on one sky-scrapper only.
Then, rather suddenly, I was in a darkened room. And I say 'I' because it was only then that I had a sense of myself as a being. I was sitting at a rounded table playing poker with JFK and a few nameless others. I was concentrating on the game, when a gun was pulled out toward myself. Freezing, I slowly looked up in shock, to see that it was JFK who held the gun. The gun shot out - loud and ringing - and, though I was dreaming, I felt a pain in my chest. I clutched helplessly at my chest. The shot hadn't killed me.
The smoking gun shot out again. This time it hit me directly on the head (and what is strange about this is that I have a birthmark exactly when the bullet supposedly hit me). All faded to an utter black. I could see nothing, hear nothing, feel nothing. Yet, I was still 'there'. I was me. The blackness had failed to take that away from me.
Then, the best part of the dream came. Paradise. I call it Paradise because that was what it was for me. I was floating on a clear blue river, more happy and content than I ever imagined I could be. The waters below me felt soft against my skin, and warm. Not scalding hot, but a sort of pleasant warmth. I closed my eyes in sheer bliss. At that exact moment, I couldn't remember what had previously happened in my dream just moments before. Nor could I exactly recall who I was. In the distance, I could just make out lush green scenery. It was a sort of jungle scenery, but beautiful to look at. I wanted to rush over to the land, and run and jump! But I also wanted to stay where I was: happy and contented.
That's where it ends. The dream ended as quickly as it came.
I'd love to read other's thinking regards to this dream. Is it possible that there is a past life reference to it? But the appearance of JFK mystifies me. I have never, now or past, felt a connection to that dead American President. Yet, that bullet shooting towards me, and landing exactly where I have a birthmark must mean something.
It began as a quite normal dream (or at least, a normal dream for me): flashing scenes which make little to no sense, strange ideas and images assembling, and reassembling. The dream, I felt, was a long one. However, all I can remember from the flashing scenes are two scenes in particular. As if from camera-point, I was closing up on a city - a city full of grey, and bleak sky-scrappers. The dream zoomed further and further in 'till it focused on one sky-scrapper only.
Then, rather suddenly, I was in a darkened room. And I say 'I' because it was only then that I had a sense of myself as a being. I was sitting at a rounded table playing poker with JFK and a few nameless others. I was concentrating on the game, when a gun was pulled out toward myself. Freezing, I slowly looked up in shock, to see that it was JFK who held the gun. The gun shot out - loud and ringing - and, though I was dreaming, I felt a pain in my chest. I clutched helplessly at my chest. The shot hadn't killed me.
The smoking gun shot out again. This time it hit me directly on the head (and what is strange about this is that I have a birthmark exactly when the bullet supposedly hit me). All faded to an utter black. I could see nothing, hear nothing, feel nothing. Yet, I was still 'there'. I was me. The blackness had failed to take that away from me.
Then, the best part of the dream came. Paradise. I call it Paradise because that was what it was for me. I was floating on a clear blue river, more happy and content than I ever imagined I could be. The waters below me felt soft against my skin, and warm. Not scalding hot, but a sort of pleasant warmth. I closed my eyes in sheer bliss. At that exact moment, I couldn't remember what had previously happened in my dream just moments before. Nor could I exactly recall who I was. In the distance, I could just make out lush green scenery. It was a sort of jungle scenery, but beautiful to look at. I wanted to rush over to the land, and run and jump! But I also wanted to stay where I was: happy and contented.
That's where it ends. The dream ended as quickly as it came.
I'd love to read other's thinking regards to this dream. Is it possible that there is a past life reference to it? But the appearance of JFK mystifies me. I have never, now or past, felt a connection to that dead American President. Yet, that bullet shooting towards me, and landing exactly where I have a birthmark must mean something.
