Memories of another life?
Hello! I'm sort of new here. I have had several dreams and "waking dreams" of what seem like past lves to me. I would like to relay a very recent one that doesn't seem to want to go away and see what other people think. A few days ago I had my toddler daughter in my arms on the couch for a nap. She was sleeping and I could feel her hair on my face. I fell asleep and the next thing I knew I was in another place.
I was in Germany, I knew that, and I was married. I couldn't really see my husband but I could feel him there. He felt the same as my husband now. I could see myself stepping out of a large building onto a green lawn with some hills in the background. The sky was perfeclty blue and I could feel my husband standing on the lawn watching me. I saw our young daughter in the distance, by a tree and I ran towards her. I grabbed her up and we stretched out on the grass and watched the sky. I could feel other "official" people around me watching us. There was another building off in the distance on this same parcel of land. It was part of our home as well. Even though we were in Germany and I knew we were there I kept hearing that I was originally from Denmark, but the name Luxembourg kept being repeated to me. I knew that my marriage had been arranged, but it was also the most wonderful marriage I could imagine. I was very young and we only had this one daughter, but she was the light of my life. I felt like I had waited forever for her. I could see every feature on her face and the color of her hair. I could smell her. I knew that I had never been happier.
Then, the next thing I saw was me standing at the top of a staircase. I either faint or fall down the stairs. Either way, I drop to the ground and I can see myself from above my body. I know I am dead, but I feel no fear or pain about this, I just accept it as reality. I see a man in a dark suit find my body and call for help. They know I am gone. My dress is the same as it was when I was playing with my daughter. I see a blue gown with long sleeves and a long skirt, the skirt is full, but not full like 15th century styles. I feel it earlier than that.
I know in my dream that my husband is not there when I die, but he feels my loss terribly and does not remarry for a very long time. He is some kind of German nobility. Not a king, but some type of ruler. Anyway, I woke up and went about my business, still holding the dream very vividly in my mind.
That night I fell asleep wondering if I would dream the same thing. I dreampt that night of the same time, but this time I could see myself in a bed and my husband is sitting next to me. I am holding our daughter immediately after her birth. I can see her dark hair stuck to her head. I can see the look on my husband's face and the candlelight in the room. It is evening and I there are people in the room with us, but I can only see my husband and our daughter and I feel that she is what I have waited for my whole life.
The emotional tie to this dream is so strong I feel like I could just cross the border back into this life and pick up where I left off. Does any of this make sense to anyone? Incidentally, when I met my husband eleven years ago I turned around in class (we met at Virginia Tech) to ask him a question and I caught his eye and I knew he was the person I had been looking for.
We also have a daughter who came after two sons and four miscarriages. I was prepared to have my tubes tied as I was told I would never have another child. The night before I was to meet with the surgeon for the initial consultation I had a dream in which I was giving birth and the infant asked me not to "close the door". The following month I found out I was pregnant.
Also, both of my boys have told me outright, at very young ages, that when we die we go to Heaven and come right back again. They say it all so matter-of-factly, like it's no big deal. My youngest son was watching me soak my feet in one of those footspa things one night and he said "I should have had one of those when I was a mom". I asked him what he meant and he said that he was a mother of three girls who he named. My oldest son knew about my husband's younger brother's death even though he had never been told of it.
As an extremely devout Catholic I am afraid of believing in it in a way, because I don't want to do anything that could separate me from God, and yet, my kids don't ever worry about being separated from God and their recollections and statements are not questions, to them they are fact. My youngest son, Aidan, often tells me that God is riding in the car with us.
Sorry all of this is so long. I'm just wondering if anyone can make sense of any of this for me. Thanks for your help.
Hello! I'm sort of new here. I have had several dreams and "waking dreams" of what seem like past lves to me. I would like to relay a very recent one that doesn't seem to want to go away and see what other people think. A few days ago I had my toddler daughter in my arms on the couch for a nap. She was sleeping and I could feel her hair on my face. I fell asleep and the next thing I knew I was in another place.
I was in Germany, I knew that, and I was married. I couldn't really see my husband but I could feel him there. He felt the same as my husband now. I could see myself stepping out of a large building onto a green lawn with some hills in the background. The sky was perfeclty blue and I could feel my husband standing on the lawn watching me. I saw our young daughter in the distance, by a tree and I ran towards her. I grabbed her up and we stretched out on the grass and watched the sky. I could feel other "official" people around me watching us. There was another building off in the distance on this same parcel of land. It was part of our home as well. Even though we were in Germany and I knew we were there I kept hearing that I was originally from Denmark, but the name Luxembourg kept being repeated to me. I knew that my marriage had been arranged, but it was also the most wonderful marriage I could imagine. I was very young and we only had this one daughter, but she was the light of my life. I felt like I had waited forever for her. I could see every feature on her face and the color of her hair. I could smell her. I knew that I had never been happier.
Then, the next thing I saw was me standing at the top of a staircase. I either faint or fall down the stairs. Either way, I drop to the ground and I can see myself from above my body. I know I am dead, but I feel no fear or pain about this, I just accept it as reality. I see a man in a dark suit find my body and call for help. They know I am gone. My dress is the same as it was when I was playing with my daughter. I see a blue gown with long sleeves and a long skirt, the skirt is full, but not full like 15th century styles. I feel it earlier than that.
I know in my dream that my husband is not there when I die, but he feels my loss terribly and does not remarry for a very long time. He is some kind of German nobility. Not a king, but some type of ruler. Anyway, I woke up and went about my business, still holding the dream very vividly in my mind.
That night I fell asleep wondering if I would dream the same thing. I dreampt that night of the same time, but this time I could see myself in a bed and my husband is sitting next to me. I am holding our daughter immediately after her birth. I can see her dark hair stuck to her head. I can see the look on my husband's face and the candlelight in the room. It is evening and I there are people in the room with us, but I can only see my husband and our daughter and I feel that she is what I have waited for my whole life.
The emotional tie to this dream is so strong I feel like I could just cross the border back into this life and pick up where I left off. Does any of this make sense to anyone? Incidentally, when I met my husband eleven years ago I turned around in class (we met at Virginia Tech) to ask him a question and I caught his eye and I knew he was the person I had been looking for.
We also have a daughter who came after two sons and four miscarriages. I was prepared to have my tubes tied as I was told I would never have another child. The night before I was to meet with the surgeon for the initial consultation I had a dream in which I was giving birth and the infant asked me not to "close the door". The following month I found out I was pregnant.
Also, both of my boys have told me outright, at very young ages, that when we die we go to Heaven and come right back again. They say it all so matter-of-factly, like it's no big deal. My youngest son was watching me soak my feet in one of those footspa things one night and he said "I should have had one of those when I was a mom". I asked him what he meant and he said that he was a mother of three girls who he named. My oldest son knew about my husband's younger brother's death even though he had never been told of it.
As an extremely devout Catholic I am afraid of believing in it in a way, because I don't want to do anything that could separate me from God, and yet, my kids don't ever worry about being separated from God and their recollections and statements are not questions, to them they are fact. My youngest son, Aidan, often tells me that God is riding in the car with us.
Sorry all of this is so long. I'm just wondering if anyone can make sense of any of this for me. Thanks for your help.