Fires and an Old Home

From: Brittany (bbigham1924@yahoo.com)
Story type: Past Life Experience
Location: Mississippi
Source: Form Submission
Date submitted: Tue Nov  1 00:55:14 2011

I've had dreams since I was a young child of fires. Of course, I dreamed of other things too but, the dreams I had of fires were always "different". They stuck out in my memory like I really lived them. I can still recall everyone of them with great detail.

About 2 years ago, in 2009, I had a dream of traveling down an old, narrow, dirt road. I came to a small, wooden and not very sturdy bridge. I remember that I stopped for a few moments to look at it before continuing on. As I continued on my path, I knew it was not quite Christmas but the Holidays were certainly VERY near.

I dreamed that as I was traveling I was invisioning what the little town I was traveling to might look like with christmas lights and decorations. I know I was going to see family but not because of the holidays. After a very brief time I reached my destination. It was a white 2 story home in an 1800's style. It was large but not extremely fancy. Not the home of a well to do politician but, more of that of someone who had a little extra but had done a great amount of work to get it. The home struck me as being very humble.

As I was inside a fire started. I could see the exits and fire was not in my way. In real life I should have been able to easily escape. However, this was not the case. I couldn't get out at all. Almost like some invisible force was holding me there. There was another girl there and I kept telling her things like "Don't worry, we are BOTH going to get out". "I will make sure we get out of here". I could feel the heat from the fire but never once did it burn. A few times I actually touched the fire but it still did not burn.

At some point I found an old photo lying on the floor. It was a black and white photo of a woman with dark hair put up in some kind of bun. The back of the photo had a name written in script. The first and middle name were very hard to read and I never could make them out but the prefix was Mrs. and the last name clearly said Logan. Eventually I woke up and added it to the list of "fire" dreams. This one bothered me for a very long time and finally I was able to push it out of my head.

Now, this is the eerie part. My father LOVES history. A week ago he told me he had learned of a little ghost town in the southern part of the state. He told me to google "Rodney, MS" because he just couldn't tell me everything about it. So, I did. He was right it looked like it was a very cool place! What really caught my attention was that this town had been almost completely destroyed in the 1800's TWICE by FIRE. Ok, so I didn't put 2 and 2 together at this point but it did make the town a little more interesting.

I began researching a little more and came to a photo gallery of buildings and homes in the town. At this point I wasn't expecting to see anything in particular, I was just browsing. THEN I SAW IT!!!! The SAME EXACT house from my dream.... I almost began to cry. Not because this house looked like something from my dream but, because I felt something deeper. Just down the narrow, dirt road from this house was a small run down wooden bridge. I found more information on this house and it turns out that NOVEMBER 11, 1982 (just prior to the holiday season) the house HAD burned. It had no occupants at the time though because it was being remodled because this 1800's home was being added to the National historic register. The home was completely destroyed the following year in april. The oddity there is that happens to be when I was conceived. The family that had owned it for the past 75 years.... LOGAN.

I was puzzled though... why was I there? why did I feel trapped? It's still a curiosity to me... However, I have found one small tidbit of information that seems to me to be the most logical (although, I feel half crazy for even saying it) the house was built on a high conventional floor and several people have said that there were a few raves underneath the house that were believed to be children of the home that had died because the family wanted to keep them close. Could it be perhaps that I was trapped in that house until it was demolished because I was waiting for something or a part of me somehow could not let go???? If this has happened to anyone else or if anyone might be able to give me some insight as to what might be going on please, feel free to contact me.... I can't seem to let this go and I feel I won't be able to until it makes sense.