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| Old dreams that could be past life memories or tid bits of it, but I'm not sure.
Prince Charming
January 3, 2006
This one was more like multiple dreams. One I guess taken place in the past like a different era, where people wore ball gowns, with prince and servants, etc. I was with someone, a lady, and trying to help her get dress. Well, more like trying find a dress to wear to the ball. I don't think I was going myself, it gets a little hazy, sometimes I feel like I'm the person in the dream and sometimes I feel like I'm watching from the outside like a movie.
Anyhow, I went from possibly Victorian era to modern day, in my apartment, to being chased by a giant one eyed troll through a busy hospital. The two people that I saw more then once throughout the two dreams (that I could remember) was the prince and his man servant. In present/modern time I see them again, knocking on my apartment door. This time they were more like best friends or colleagues instead of master and servant.
What made it strange was that early this morning around 3 a.m. I was bored, couldn't sleep and was flipping through the channels when I stopped at this movie that looked interesting. It was the story of the Frog Prince, you know the prince who is turned into a frog and has to be kissed by a maiden to turn him back into a man. I've never seen this movie before or heard of it, I didn’t even know they made a movie version of the story. They began by centering around the prince and his man servant, they were both turned into frogs, and were both cursed together till the prince gets kissed. So it went from 15th century to 21st century before he got kissed.
Sex Slave
April 8, 2006
I've had this dream twice. It's not the exact same dream but had the same theme. The first time I was in medieval times, I guess I was a peasant or something which was weird because I was going to school too. It was strange because I kept going back and forth from medieval Europe, wearing this awful outfit, looked like a potato sack to me with a rope as a belt. I was living in this wooden cabin type kinda house with a little pig pen next door. Then I'd be in ancient China or something, dressed better, my hair was nicely pulled up. In both places I looked fairly young maybe about 16-19 and attending school of some sort but then in both places I was being sold as a slave. I got the feeling like I was kidnapped. It's like a bad movie, I'd pop into medieval Europe then the next moment its ancient China. I kept thinking oh my god if I'm sold off as a slave I can't go to school anymore. Then, I think in both times this old creepy guy, that was either buying me or selling me, was trying to force me to have sex with him. I manage to escape somehow.
The second dream was more in the now. I'm in Mexico, someone kidnaps me and tries to sell me as a slave or as one of those girls they force to work in brothels. Of course, in this one I know I escaped. Again I was thinking oh my god, I cant be sold as a slave, I have class, and I'm an American.
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| These are old and were copied from my website, What Dreams May Come, because I'm lazy like that. LOL But really, I'm just playing catch up. New materials will be here when they come to me.
"I am confident that there truly is such a thing as living again, that the living spring from the dead, and that the souls of the dead are in existence." —Socrates
The Nun
Germany, 18th century
A young woman was raped and from that incident bore a child, a daughter. Fortunately for her she met a wealthy, kind-hearted man who loved not only her but her daughter as if she were his own. Despite finding a good man and having a stable home, the woman couldn’t forget that violent night and was prone to depression. She seldom smiled, she was usually quiet and lost in thought. She loved her daughter very much but when the woman looked at the girl she’s reminded of how she was conceived., because of that the little girl would spend most of her time with her stepfather which led to their strong bond. During those days, with wealth came power and the man didn’t hesitate to use his power when it came to his daughter. He wanted the best for her and even as a child she loved to learn so he made sure she got the best education he could buy her. The little girl eventually grew up and decided to join the church so that she could use her education to teach less fortunate girls to read and write. The sister did many charitable works in her community and was respected. But rumors started when people noticed that she and a priest would spend a great amount of time alone together. A scandal like that could ruin a woman, especially one of the cloth but because of who her father was no one dared to outwardly accuse her of anything and so she was left in peace. The villagers weren’t completely wrong to speculate that there was something going on, there was something between the sister and the priest but whatever it was neither of them would act on it, and so they lived out their lives in the monastery as good friends.
A Tragic Affair
Britain (?) 15th or 16th century (?)
This one is short because it’s the least that I know of.
There was a man who lived a long time ago. He was well-to-do, had land and property, but his life came to an abrupt ending. He loved his wife but his wife had an affair and either killed him, had her lover kill him or both plotted his murderous ending.
Breaking It Down
Now, let’s point out some of the parallels from those lives to my present one. I’ll leave some aspects out just because it’s too personal and I’d rather not have the whole world know about it.
First off, the nun’s mother reminded me of my mother a little. I don’t know if my mom gets depress but she does get a tad strange when she spends too much time alone. She’s also very quiet, soft-spoken and tends to keep to herself.
Two. Growing up I’ve always been close to my dad, still fairly closer to my dad than my mom, or at least I tend to talk to him more. When I was little I’d sit on my dad’s lap and he’d tell me stories of Laos and I’d tell him what I wanted to be when I grew up. He’d always remind me that no matter what I decide to do at least stay in school and get an education, whether I need the training for my profession or not.
Three. Speaking of school, I was very much like the nun in that I enjoyed learning. Believe it or not, I was the type of person that liked going to school. I know, I was such a nerd, LOL still am I guess. It wasn’t being at school that I enjoyed, it was the learning, something I never tire of. In high school I was the do-it-all girl and I pretty much tried to do it all in high school. I’m in college now and so over school but I still enjoy the learning. I’m one of the few people in this world that enjoys watching the Discovery and History channel.
Four. At one point, when I was around nine years old I had told my dad I wanted to do something that would help others. One of the many things I wanted to be at the time was a pediatrician. For as long as I could remember I’ve always had this longing to do something that would help others. When I entered Jr. High was when I learned about the Peace Corps and ever since then I’ve considered joining. Still do.
Five. There was a time I seriously considered becoming a nun. I even looked up a few convents and what it took to become one. I was thinking along the lines of Mother Teresa. Of course I realized I just wasn’t religious enough to commit myself to that.
As for the last life, well, I don’t have much to say to that because I don’t remember much of the reading except what I’ve written. I can’t remember how he died but for some reason I think it has something to do with a present fear of mine or health issues, can’t remember. FYI, the only health issue I have is asthma and I developed it around 11.
Overall, I seemed to have had some bad luck in the love/relationship department. I either went without it or I was betrayed and murder. Great. Let’s just hope things turned out better in this life. Oh! I almost forgot to mention, after both readings (done by different people at different times) I was told that in this life my goal is to find love. I think there might’ve been something else but I can’t remember.
"The Celts were fearless warriors because "they wish to inculcate this as one of their leading tenets, that souls do not become extinct, but pass after death from one body to another..." —Julius Caesar
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| After years of research and dreaming, I've finally decided to journey out into discovering my past lives.
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