This might seem weird okay, sorry. But ever since I can remember, I've had this memory of wearing a red silk dress and holding someone's hand. I can hear music in the background, and I'm wearing black shoes. My corset is too tight around my waist, and it's uncomfortable.
I can remember looking in a mirror and seeing myself looking back. The face is vague to me, all I can see are high cheekbones and pale skin. My hair is--or was--white-blonde, which matches the dress. I can remember brown eyes. I know this isn't me or any friends because I have dark brown curly hair and green eyes. My cheekbones aren't high at all.
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It is very strange because I never can tell if the thoughts are from a past life or a blurry unclear vision of the future.
Here is a couple I have had:
1) There is a farm house and I'm in the backyard, but it is not me as I am a brunette and I am in real life a blonde. I am about 18 years old and it is in the summer months. The sun is shining. I am in older clothing like a button blouse/dress with granny boots; think Little House on the Prarie. There is a guy as well that visits me and there is a flirtation between us. I remember a tree and an old pickup parked under it and someone is selling produce out the back of it and there is a dog and children running around the truck. I assume they are my family.
2) I'm at a house party in what seems like the 1980s and am fixated on a guy smiling in a 'Cosby' sweater. He is standing in front of a dark wood door in the hallway. He has very curly shoulder length hair and is holding a beer. He kind of looks like the musican Kurt Danielson.
3) When riding to a day summer camp I had several visions of children at a similar camp but from the past. These aren't as clear as the others since I don't really remember the details. I total my friend about it and she thought I was crazy.
4) I'm in my 40's and am in a kitchen grabbing something from the cabinet and there is a window in the kitchen overlooking my backyard that is heavy wooded. The essence is pure zen. I'm wearing white flowy pants and eating a half of a candy bar.
5)I am in my 60s/70s and living in a very nautical inspired home. Assuming it is in a coastal town. I remember the living room very vividly. Very expensive and beautiful taste. I am wearing a shawl and there is a lighthouse decoration. I kind of look like Martha Stewart or have a similar haircut.
It’s the 1930’s. I am laying in a large empty city lot, the nearest building over a block away. I feel intense pain, the kind that keeps you from moving, all over my front torso. I seem rather unconcerned over it. Three men are grinning starting at me, one holds a smoking gun. They turn and walk away. I continue to lay there watching them walk down the street. My only thought, “Next time”.
I've been always afraid of big buses, till I recalled a memory of another life.
I'm on a train cae, last row, rigth side, beside the window. I have a very nice, light, soft, long, elegant dress, a corset, a small hat and my hair is nicely braied on a high bun. I'm young, 17 or so and I'm very happy because I'm traveling with my handsome fiancé on our way to get married in a fancy place in the capital.
There is a war in my country, but my family is well off, and I bearely care about war, it sounds so far away from me, and all I'm thinking is my wedding, my future husband to be, and my new dresses, and this first trip without my family.
The train cae was reserved for first class travelers, but due to the war, new recruits need to be transported and there is a group of very young soldiers (14 to 18 years tops) on brand new big uniforms traveling with us.
There have been uprisings, because people in small towns don't like the goverment and the military take the young boys to be soldiers, my country's army is considered poor armed, undetrained, weak, and soldiers get hardly any food, clothing, or proper training, so everyone thinks going to war is not an honor, but a death sentence. Therefor the uprisings I don't care about.
At some point the train must stop, because rebels had messed with the tracks and the train staff fears it is an ambush. People begin to be scared. Out there are some people running, lots of confussion among passengers because some people are shoting guns. Nobody seems to know what is really happening. The only thing I see are the scared eyes or a very young soldier, a child really, fixed on mine, as I feel some cold on my stomach and everything became dizzy. No pain, not a sound only our eyes locked. My hand warm wet and red blood staining my dress. Suddenly I hear my fiancé screaming at me, holdind me and carrying me out the wagon. Last thingh I remember is lying on the side of the traks, surronded by concerned well dressed people, my fiancé sad tearfull eyes as he's holding my hands, I don't know what he is telling me. The world is slowly fading away, I'm not sacared, or sad, and the sunset is stunning beautifull. No pain. Only the front of locomotive and my eyes shutting down.
Locomotives resemble buses a lot.
Sorry, it should be TRAIN CAR, no train "cae". And LAST THING, no last "thingh". Also scared instead of sacared, I wrote my post on my smartphone... and english is not my first language
I was a 9 year old Swedish girl named Lena. I had brown hair down to my shoulders, and my favorite color was blue, like the shirt I was wearing over my gray shirt. It was April 12th 2007, and I was living in the US. I was in the 3rd grade, on bus 56 with my best friend Katie. The bus crashed that day, and Katie died. I remember feeling dull until the day I remember dying, June 26th, 2008, at only 10 years old.
I was on a yellow bus, and i looked to be about 11 and was dressed in a school uniform of some kind when i remember a loud crash and i fell of of my seat, the girl next to me was crying and shaking and i just felt really dizzy. There was smoke and then the memory ended
Had crazy nightmares for a long time, all about war and persecution, and I was the victim. What startled me is that my mom in her old age related a story to me of her childhood and I completed the story for her and gave her the tiny details. Appears I was looking through her eyes.
I remember, what I think was, Pompeii. It was me, my brother, and father and we were on the hillside (away from the actualll city) thr volcano erupted and we were quickly surrounded by lava. We held onto one another in fear, and then it went black. I then awoke, at 4 years old, to who I am now.
If I watch ANYTHING about the Holocaust, I have horrible, flashback type dreams that are so realistic, I wake up crying and shaking. And it's always the same nightmare. I'm standing next to a deep pit and my two children are clinging to my legs. Suddenly the air is filled with machine gun fire. I can feel the bullets tearing through me. Every detail is so vivid. It was a bright, cold windy day. I can hear screaming, yelling and dogs barking. Then it all fades away to nothing,
It is a long story.
I'm very sad standing over a high central american piramide like construction in the jungle with a a soft long feather headdress, and a necklace with a big rounded iridescent gem, seeing distresed people packing essential things ready for a long travel. They are going into some kind of big triangular planes (very different from actual modern planes) and taking off, leaving the stone city for good. It is a warm sunset, and I see the mountains, the sky, the beach down there, and the jungle I deeply love, and I'm very sad, because somehow I know it is the last time I'm seeing them. Fast forward and I see birds flying and the big trees falling down the mountains as if there is an earthquake and I'm running, because I have to flee.
Then I'm sitting in the backseat on a jeep like vehicle, traveling south with 4 o 5 more guys, two of them having a discussion because, our group leader was lost due helping one entitled smug guy sitting right in front of me. They are mad, because our leader was the only one that knew the safest way we must travel, and now we are late and have to hurry. We are on a stoned road, but outside we can see a lot of debris and several fires in the distance. It's geting colder which is extremely rare, because our climate never gets too hot, or to cold to feel unconfortable. We have a very long way to travel. Allways to the south.
Some several hours later we come near a figthing group, those are big dark haired men dressed with thik animal skins and somehow I know, my people despise them, because they are considered primitive and savages and the entiteled smug guy in front of me hates and fears them. We must stop, because we cannot keep going, certain parts of the road seem dangerous, because the whole continent is breaking into pieces and falling in the deep waters and we do not know wich way to go, since we have lost our leader. He was close friend to one of those "savages", a rebel one among them, and had made a deal with him, to help him flee with us in exchange for safe passage among the savages groups. The entiled smug guy does not want anything to do with the rebel big guy and is arguing so bad, we have to stop and our jeep gets atacked. He is impeding the big hairy rebel guy to get in the jeep and does not realize we are in serious danger because of his tantrum. Finally some ones of the group of savages manage to open the back door, grab the entiteled smug guy, drag him out and begin to to eat him alive, releasing our jeep.
I turn around and yell our driver to go now, as I'm grabing our leader's friend inside the jeep and we barely drive the hell away. We are running out of time.
Then I have some images of the rest of the travel, mostly at nigth to avoid being see or catched. Only devastation, debris and big carcasses of our hairy reptile like animals which I knew, our people had tamed to help on land farming. I'm very sad, because I knew there will never ever be animals like that again, and their kind will not survive.
We finaly arrive to our destination. It is one of some underground shelters built for surviving the devastation to come, but we have to cross a dry river bed on foot. There are some other groups of refugees, and we have to be very carefull, because there are fire stones falling arround and fire pits everywhere. We arrive to a big stone door on a montainside and I take of my necklace, and the gem I'm carring is the key to open the gates so everybody can get inside the mountain. There are paths inside the mountain that lead us to a valley like place, with a lake and a forest inside a big cave. It is not dark, and I know the cave has some sort of natural lighting system. As the door closes, the mountain begins to shake, and we have to continue deep down the tunels, because we the only safe place now is down there. We were the last group that managed to arrive before te outside world crashed down, and everybody knew we now have to live inside for many decades.
i remember one memory i was looking in a mirror i was not so tall but not too short i was wearing a ripped shirt and some loose jeans i had scars all over my face i was quite skinny i remember holding a knife while blood dripped down my arm. then all of its just blank. i don't have much of it only scraps but those scraps of memory are not all too good.
i remember just staring down at myself through the mirror
I remember (through a dream) a past life where I was a lady dressed in a long, dark gown. I was on a ferry boat crossing at night. It was warm out & I had a light shawl around my shoulders.
Out of nowhere, a huge wave crashed over the righthand side of the boat where I was standing. A few crew men ran back & forth, shouting at each other.
I couldn't run because the water made my dress & all the layers of it too heavy for me to move.
The next part I remember is being alone in the dark water, trying to stay afloat. I could see the stars but nothing else until I looked down & saw the yellow lights from the ferry getting smaller as it sank.
crying on wooden stairs to a basement. the floor was a red carpet and I think the girl was in her late 20's or early 30's. she was wearing white jeans and a sweater.
she was also sitting with her head on her knees crying
In another, I saw a glimpse of myself burying a piece of raw onion in the mud of what looked like a concentration camp. I could see bony, bare feet walking by. I had the feeling that I was trying to sneak food to the prisoners. I was one of them, but I was allowed out of the fence, but not out of the camp. In the next scene, I was caught for sneaking the food & made to kneel in the mud. A man stood in front me in a green uniform with a hat on. He held a long rifle. He was talking to 2 men standing behind & on either side of him. He was announcing my crime & laughing. I couldn't understand the language he was speaking, but figured that is what He was saying. My hands were tied behind my back. The man made a motion as though he were going to hit me in the head with the butt of his rifle. I flinched & the 3 men laughed. Then, the man did it again but actually hit me hard enough that I blacked out & that is where the memory ends.
I was a little girl in a white cotton dress. I went outside by myself to pick berries growing in a garden on the side of our house (it had wooden sides, painted white). I had to reach up high to pick them (raspberries?). I was eating some when I heard a noise in the woods nearby. When I looked over I saw a brown bear staring at me. It had a huge, round head. It lunged toward me & the memory ended.
How do y'all know for sure these aren't dreams? I've had crazy realistic dreams that kinda work their way into my memory. It's just hard to call something a "memory" for certain. Especially with how far-fetched/vague these were.
(Part 2) And then you have other dreams that allways repeat themselfes. Like going in circles. Or you have those scenes than you recognize a time after, when you actually see them on the real world, and you are sure you allready have seen that before. The dreams with another life memories are sort of different dreams, because you really feel like you have experimented them before. And you have some certain backround and understand completely what is happening in the dream, or the reason why it happened. And you don't likely forget them. These are the dreams you always remember the same way without doubts. They help you to undestand some things, or a lot of things These are the dreams that people tell when they get hypnosis as a real professional therapy.
Load More Replies... How do y'all know for sure these aren't dreams? I've had crazy realistic dreams that kinda work their way into my memory. It's just hard to call something a "memory" for certain. Especially with how far-fetched/vague these were.
(Part 2) And then you have other dreams that allways repeat themselfes. Like going in circles. Or you have those scenes than you recognize a time after, when you actually see them on the real world, and you are sure you allready have seen that before. The dreams with another life memories are sort of different dreams, because you really feel like you have experimented them before. And you have some certain backround and understand completely what is happening in the dream, or the reason why it happened. And you don't likely forget them. These are the dreams you always remember the same way without doubts. They help you to undestand some things, or a lot of things These are the dreams that people tell when they get hypnosis as a real professional therapy.
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