lorijacz23
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I am new to the idea of past lives but I strongly believe that I had a dream (actually two of them) about a past life. One dream stands out more than another one. I'd appreciate any input as to whether this is valid or not.
Some basic information about me that correlates to this dream is that my husband is a truck driver and is gone a lot a nights. He has done this now for almost 2 years and I have suffered great anxiety when he is gone at night. I am terrified of someone breaking into my home. It has gotten to the point where I needed medication just to get to sleep. Nothing worked and I was getting only a few hours of sleep at night. I have two young kids so obviously this wasn't going to work forever. A few months ago I started using contemplative prayer and meditation to calm my mind at night so I could rest better.
Then one night after I meditated I went to bed and started dreaming. I was in the 1800's out west somewhere. I was a tall female restaurant owner. It started when I was sweeping the hardwood floors and I remember hearing my shoes tapping on them as I moved around the room. It was closing time but there were some men in a private room off to the side who were meeting there for business. It was dark out but I'm unsure of the time. Suddenly I hear loud gunshots coming from the room and I run outside darting around the back of the house. I seem some bushing and I dive under them. I can feel the branches scratch my face and spider webs sticking too me ( I hate spiders with great feeling). I look up at the window above me and shots rang out and shattered the glass. Then it was quiet. In the daylight hours some men came (I'm assuming it was some sort of authority figures) and I was in such a state of panic that I couldn't really explain what happened. One man in particular came to me to try to calm me down. I couldn't see his face but I felt like he was golden (blonde hair, tanned skin). He pressed his face against mine and I could actually feel his whiskers scratch against my face. His presence calmed me to where I could tell him what happened. But this is where it gets confusing. As I was retelling what had happened the scene changed and I was reliving it over again but there was a few differences. This time the restaurant was crowded and I was working hard going from person to person. Shots rang out from the private room and everyone ran including me. This time though the men in the room caught me. There was three of them and they held me to the ground. The one I most remember was tall with a black top hat. He had very nice clothing. His eyes and hair were dark. He laughed and in a mocking voice he called me the image of perfection. I didn't stick around to see what happened next. I woke up..
This sounds so ridiculous when written out but I can't forget this dream. And since then I've been able to sleep better at night. Any thoughts or ideas? Could this simply be projection or something else?
Some basic information about me that correlates to this dream is that my husband is a truck driver and is gone a lot a nights. He has done this now for almost 2 years and I have suffered great anxiety when he is gone at night. I am terrified of someone breaking into my home. It has gotten to the point where I needed medication just to get to sleep. Nothing worked and I was getting only a few hours of sleep at night. I have two young kids so obviously this wasn't going to work forever. A few months ago I started using contemplative prayer and meditation to calm my mind at night so I could rest better.
Then one night after I meditated I went to bed and started dreaming. I was in the 1800's out west somewhere. I was a tall female restaurant owner. It started when I was sweeping the hardwood floors and I remember hearing my shoes tapping on them as I moved around the room. It was closing time but there were some men in a private room off to the side who were meeting there for business. It was dark out but I'm unsure of the time. Suddenly I hear loud gunshots coming from the room and I run outside darting around the back of the house. I seem some bushing and I dive under them. I can feel the branches scratch my face and spider webs sticking too me ( I hate spiders with great feeling). I look up at the window above me and shots rang out and shattered the glass. Then it was quiet. In the daylight hours some men came (I'm assuming it was some sort of authority figures) and I was in such a state of panic that I couldn't really explain what happened. One man in particular came to me to try to calm me down. I couldn't see his face but I felt like he was golden (blonde hair, tanned skin). He pressed his face against mine and I could actually feel his whiskers scratch against my face. His presence calmed me to where I could tell him what happened. But this is where it gets confusing. As I was retelling what had happened the scene changed and I was reliving it over again but there was a few differences. This time the restaurant was crowded and I was working hard going from person to person. Shots rang out from the private room and everyone ran including me. This time though the men in the room caught me. There was three of them and they held me to the ground. The one I most remember was tall with a black top hat. He had very nice clothing. His eyes and hair were dark. He laughed and in a mocking voice he called me the image of perfection. I didn't stick around to see what happened next. I woke up..
This sounds so ridiculous when written out but I can't forget this dream. And since then I've been able to sleep better at night. Any thoughts or ideas? Could this simply be projection or something else?