Clues of My Past Lives

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Story type: Past Life Experience
Location: Scotland
Source: Form Submission
Date submitted: Sun Oct 30 15:57:32 2011

I would like to start off by saying I have never been regressed, although someday I hope to be.

A few years back I had a very strange dream. I was walking through a forest in winter: it was snowy. Eventually I found myself drawn to a large oak tree. As I got closer, I noticed a handle on the trunk. I got a bit closer still and I recognised the shape of a door. I opened the door and I was no longer in a cold forest, but a warm old fashioned hall way. There were doors on either side of this hallway and other objects. As I walked along this hallway, I saw a variety of objects. I can remember passing a dusty phonograph playing slow waltz music, A black and white photo of a girl in an old fashioned maids uniform who I didn't recognise, A beautiful gold locket (When I tried to touch it, my hand went through it), an old book, a pearl necklace, a crystal, a black cat, a bag of blood and the strangest, a picture of bonfire. When I came to the end of the hallway I saw a large door. Just before I reached this door I woke up. I believe this dream is about my past lives. I also believe the ending has two meanings: The secrets of my past lives where behind that door and it cut off too soon because I have to uncover my past myself.

My Mum recently told me that when I was just three years old, I out of the blue said, "I've been dead and buried before, haven't I?" She said that this has deeply shocked her. How could an innocent young child of three understand the concept of being dead and buried when no one has explained it before? Unfortunatly I cannot remember what happened to make me say that, but I wish I do.

I have an unexplainable fear of fires, especially gas rings on cookers and sparks. I always hate being around open flames and hate seeing things spark. My Mum thinks I died in a fire, perhaps a house fire because of the gas rings, but I thought perhaps a bonfire because there was a picture of a bonfire in the hallway in my dream.

Sometimes, when I'm near an open window or in a high place, I feel the urge to jump. I'm not suicidal and nothing eventful has happened with heights in my life before. There is just part if me that longs to jump, just to feel like I'm flying, even just for a moment, before my death.

I have always been fascinated with the past, mainly times like the victorian times and the late middle ages: I have also found tge 1920's to fascinate me for a reason unbeknown to me.

Thank you for taking the time to read my story. If you have any clues about what my dreams or my fears mean or how I might find out (on the internet) please let me know! x