Erica
Senior Member
Hi all!
I thought it was about time I put all this together. From the various dreams and regressions I have had it seems that I can now discern a particular pattern which suggests a certain life in a certain time and place. So, here we go...
House from Childhood:
Closest match, near Hennickendorf, Brandenburg-Spree
During a YouTube video self-regression, I was standing in my place of employment -possibly a bakery.
I spoke with my boss, who was somewhat stocky and had brown hair and a big mustache (see sketch below). He expressed some impatience with me for not being focused on my work, but he seemed to be quite understanding and I got the impression that he was used to it. Apparently I often had trouble focusing. He asked me what was the matter. The entire dialogue was not very clear, but I told him that I just needed to go home. He let me take some time off that day and I went home to see my family.
I was greeted by my wife just inside the door, and as we embraced I felt a very real sense of warm, loving emotion and relief that almost brought me to tears. I had two young children. One son and a daughter. I asked how the daughter was, because she had been sick. And the sense I got during the regression was that she was better for now, but whatever illness she had was still not going away.
Later on I was on a street with a group of people that seemed to be gathered at some sort of rally, and I talked with a man there about the current political situation. The conversation was somewhat tense and he criticized me for my indecisive attitude. I can‘t remember for sure, but I think I retorted back with some authoritative remark.
At various times I’ve had dreams of a certain street that curves to the left and goes slightly uphill, lined with buildings about two or three stories each. I’ve dreamed about this place multiple times and while the weather, time of day and season were different each time, the street always had the same shops, clothing store, music warehouse and inn. And somehow I knew there was a river right nearby.
I could never find a real place which matched it until today, this is pretty much exactly what it looked like, and as near as I can tell the layout is identical. This is Mühlenstrasse in Fürstenwalde, Brandenburg, right along the Spree river in Germany:
Had various nightmares throughout my life of stressful situations involving skeletons and skulls, sometimes with me punching or kicking something/someone resembling a skeleton, or otherwise seeing violence involving such entities. In one very short and disturbing dream several years ago I was in a forest in late fall or winter and a very dirty skull fell out of something and I was forced to look at it. I wanted to look away and get out of that nightmare but I felt like I was stuck. For my whole life to this day I have been afraid of the sight of a human skull -it often feels like it is threatening me with its stare.
In another dream not too long ago I was in the middle of a battle, in close fighting with guns and bayonets. The dream was a little muddled with some influences of ordinary, everyday things from my current life, but what was very vivid and unique about it was the sensation of being shot in the left shoulder. I felt of the place where a slug had bored straight through the head of the humerus and into the socket. There was wet, warm, sticky blood on my fingers and I could smell it very plainly. It didn’t hurt much right then, but I could still tell I had been shot, and I was more annoyed than anything because I knew they would be recalling me from the front lines. Later on I was in a small room with stone walls wearing an ill fitting cast. I woke up still feeling like my left shoulder was wounded. And for as long as I can remember I have had some problems with my left shoulder; it gets sore and the movement in the socket is not as smooth and sometimes it acts like it wants to dislocate.
In another PL regression I was in a concentration camp like setting and then found myself standing beneath massive granite walls, then found out later from research about Flossenbürg concentration camp with its granite quarries and tunnels.
Then of course there was the strange and vivid dreams I suddenly had the morning of December 20. Hopefully you can read my writing on the sketch:
And I could probably include other things here, but I think this sums it up and helps to piece together some kind of story. I might have to include more in another post on this thread.
I thought it was about time I put all this together. From the various dreams and regressions I have had it seems that I can now discern a particular pattern which suggests a certain life in a certain time and place. So, here we go...
House from Childhood:
Closest match, near Hennickendorf, Brandenburg-Spree
During a YouTube video self-regression, I was standing in my place of employment -possibly a bakery.
I spoke with my boss, who was somewhat stocky and had brown hair and a big mustache (see sketch below). He expressed some impatience with me for not being focused on my work, but he seemed to be quite understanding and I got the impression that he was used to it. Apparently I often had trouble focusing. He asked me what was the matter. The entire dialogue was not very clear, but I told him that I just needed to go home. He let me take some time off that day and I went home to see my family.
I was greeted by my wife just inside the door, and as we embraced I felt a very real sense of warm, loving emotion and relief that almost brought me to tears. I had two young children. One son and a daughter. I asked how the daughter was, because she had been sick. And the sense I got during the regression was that she was better for now, but whatever illness she had was still not going away.
Later on I was on a street with a group of people that seemed to be gathered at some sort of rally, and I talked with a man there about the current political situation. The conversation was somewhat tense and he criticized me for my indecisive attitude. I can‘t remember for sure, but I think I retorted back with some authoritative remark.
At various times I’ve had dreams of a certain street that curves to the left and goes slightly uphill, lined with buildings about two or three stories each. I’ve dreamed about this place multiple times and while the weather, time of day and season were different each time, the street always had the same shops, clothing store, music warehouse and inn. And somehow I knew there was a river right nearby.
I could never find a real place which matched it until today, this is pretty much exactly what it looked like, and as near as I can tell the layout is identical. This is Mühlenstrasse in Fürstenwalde, Brandenburg, right along the Spree river in Germany:
Had various nightmares throughout my life of stressful situations involving skeletons and skulls, sometimes with me punching or kicking something/someone resembling a skeleton, or otherwise seeing violence involving such entities. In one very short and disturbing dream several years ago I was in a forest in late fall or winter and a very dirty skull fell out of something and I was forced to look at it. I wanted to look away and get out of that nightmare but I felt like I was stuck. For my whole life to this day I have been afraid of the sight of a human skull -it often feels like it is threatening me with its stare.
In another dream not too long ago I was in the middle of a battle, in close fighting with guns and bayonets. The dream was a little muddled with some influences of ordinary, everyday things from my current life, but what was very vivid and unique about it was the sensation of being shot in the left shoulder. I felt of the place where a slug had bored straight through the head of the humerus and into the socket. There was wet, warm, sticky blood on my fingers and I could smell it very plainly. It didn’t hurt much right then, but I could still tell I had been shot, and I was more annoyed than anything because I knew they would be recalling me from the front lines. Later on I was in a small room with stone walls wearing an ill fitting cast. I woke up still feeling like my left shoulder was wounded. And for as long as I can remember I have had some problems with my left shoulder; it gets sore and the movement in the socket is not as smooth and sometimes it acts like it wants to dislocate.
In another PL regression I was in a concentration camp like setting and then found myself standing beneath massive granite walls, then found out later from research about Flossenbürg concentration camp with its granite quarries and tunnels.
Then of course there was the strange and vivid dreams I suddenly had the morning of December 20. Hopefully you can read my writing on the sketch:
And I could probably include other things here, but I think this sums it up and helps to piece together some kind of story. I might have to include more in another post on this thread.