Hippy16
Senior Registered
Well I have been trying to regress all week(using a regression CD), but have been too tired and fall asleep. So I tried today, and did fall asleep, so I tried it again, and it worked. It wasn’t the most intense regression I have ever had, but parts were extremely vivid.
So as usual I returned to the same house and kept seeing flashes of people. Then I walked into the house, and it was really vivid. So I walked into the kitchen, and it was especially vivid, almost lucid. I saw a pattern on one of the dinnerware patterns I had out. then I walked into the living room, and saw this wooden thing by the door, and I had some plant on it, and some nick knacks, and the wallpaper on the wall with the stairs, came out very vivid as well. So then I was looking through a suitcase I had set on the coffee table, and pulling different things out, and putting stuff in. I’m not sure I was just rifling through a suitcase, I don’t think it was mine. I think it was my husbands. So then I walk upstairs to my bedroom, and I also get vivid flashes in there as well. Then im sitting at my vanity table over by the window, and for the first time in a while I see myself very clear in the mirror. Normally it’s kind of fuzzy. But I had blond hair, and had my hair kind of puffy but rolled. Then im putting mascara on, and getting ready. I have this round hat on as well, and it has like a burlap texture. I feel like, I look pretty, but in the mirror I looked kind of over the top. With the lipstick, and lots of mascara, and long eyelashes, and makeup. I just had an odd feeling. And I have these dark brown leather heels on, and a white and brown dress, which really came out vividly as well. The date on the calendar is March 16th 1943, and I say that im 34 years old. The 16th was down in the corner in the spot of a Monday or Tuesday, and I checked it out, it was a Tuesday. Then im heading down the stairs, and this was the most real part. I look down the stairs and see it, like im there. I don’t know why, but inside my house everything was becoming really lucid, and not like it usually is.
Side note, I got a flash of this card, or image, with this drawing of a little girl, reaching up at a boy whose up on top of something, like a fence, or a window, not sure. Then I saw this picture of a shaver with these leaves around it or something.
Then to my job, I had a feeling I didn’t have a job in 1943, so I was downtown, at this clock place, and there was other house decorations. The door to the place was blue glass with wooden lattice over it. Real tall doors. Then I leave, and go across the street, I say something about the name of the place but I forgot now.
Then I got to my childhood, and I say Ohio! So I grew up in Ohio! Which makes perfect sense. So anyways I am outside, oh yeah on my porch looking through this book. I think it was a diary, it was 1922-23 or so it said in the book. It has tons of writings, and little pictures, but couldn’t make a thing out. Then I go inside, and I am by what looks like a wood burning stove. There’s lots of wood stacked against the wall. My mom is in the back sewing something. It tells me to ask for a message, and she says something about some guy will never be good enough, and wont amount to anything, haha. I think it was a message about that life, not for my current life. I found that amusing. So then im down the hill and get this real scared feeling, and there’s this guy and he’s down there. (this is the second time something like this has happened, so im assuming I had some bad stuff happen to me) but I pulled away again, and tried to get away from that memory. I forgot some stuff too.
Then it says go to a bad memory. So then I’m suddenly in my house again, and I’m playing with my daughter, and she’s a baby! And in real life I’m smiling. And she has this knitted thing on, and I’m in my living room. Then my Husband (Charles) slams open the door, and slams it shut, I pick up the baby to hold her. In real life I am actually emotional, and my eyes are tearing up, and I’m upset. And I keep seeing him slamming the door over and over, with so much anger. And I notice his hair is like hanging in his face. I’m assuming he was drunk. Then he walks into the kitchen, and then rushes towards me and he’s yelling and pointing in my face. But he doesn’t hit me. All of this is also extremely realistic. Its just so weird how I can see the house from any angle, I don’t know, its something you have to experience to understand. So I pull away, and I am still upset and my hearts still beating, and im out of breath. (also it asked me for a reason for the events, and something about the "adverse affects of my decisions" or something, i just remembered that)
So then to a happy memory, its kind of fuzzy, but I am at some parade, I am kinda happy, but I think it was just a random memory. I actually felt more annoyed for some reason. It was something to do with WWII, I am assuming soldiers were coming home. Then I just wake up, I had already come out of hypnosis from seeing the bad memory.
That was all, I am still reeling from how realistic some parts were, and how much detail I can see at the same time. Like when my husband came in and slammed open the door, I could see the street and houses across the street outside. Like little details like that make it really feel real. Also about my husbands’ outburst, I have a strong feeling it had something to do with me having an affair. Since I started having an affair with a man named Richard, real soon after I got married to Charles (my husband). But I don’t know how he could have found out, but I guess he deserved to be angry, but you just didn’t get divorced in those days, I wonder how different my life would have been if I did. How different my current life would be. Hmm.
-Brant
So as usual I returned to the same house and kept seeing flashes of people. Then I walked into the house, and it was really vivid. So I walked into the kitchen, and it was especially vivid, almost lucid. I saw a pattern on one of the dinnerware patterns I had out. then I walked into the living room, and saw this wooden thing by the door, and I had some plant on it, and some nick knacks, and the wallpaper on the wall with the stairs, came out very vivid as well. So then I was looking through a suitcase I had set on the coffee table, and pulling different things out, and putting stuff in. I’m not sure I was just rifling through a suitcase, I don’t think it was mine. I think it was my husbands. So then I walk upstairs to my bedroom, and I also get vivid flashes in there as well. Then im sitting at my vanity table over by the window, and for the first time in a while I see myself very clear in the mirror. Normally it’s kind of fuzzy. But I had blond hair, and had my hair kind of puffy but rolled. Then im putting mascara on, and getting ready. I have this round hat on as well, and it has like a burlap texture. I feel like, I look pretty, but in the mirror I looked kind of over the top. With the lipstick, and lots of mascara, and long eyelashes, and makeup. I just had an odd feeling. And I have these dark brown leather heels on, and a white and brown dress, which really came out vividly as well. The date on the calendar is March 16th 1943, and I say that im 34 years old. The 16th was down in the corner in the spot of a Monday or Tuesday, and I checked it out, it was a Tuesday. Then im heading down the stairs, and this was the most real part. I look down the stairs and see it, like im there. I don’t know why, but inside my house everything was becoming really lucid, and not like it usually is.
Side note, I got a flash of this card, or image, with this drawing of a little girl, reaching up at a boy whose up on top of something, like a fence, or a window, not sure. Then I saw this picture of a shaver with these leaves around it or something.
Then to my job, I had a feeling I didn’t have a job in 1943, so I was downtown, at this clock place, and there was other house decorations. The door to the place was blue glass with wooden lattice over it. Real tall doors. Then I leave, and go across the street, I say something about the name of the place but I forgot now.
Then I got to my childhood, and I say Ohio! So I grew up in Ohio! Which makes perfect sense. So anyways I am outside, oh yeah on my porch looking through this book. I think it was a diary, it was 1922-23 or so it said in the book. It has tons of writings, and little pictures, but couldn’t make a thing out. Then I go inside, and I am by what looks like a wood burning stove. There’s lots of wood stacked against the wall. My mom is in the back sewing something. It tells me to ask for a message, and she says something about some guy will never be good enough, and wont amount to anything, haha. I think it was a message about that life, not for my current life. I found that amusing. So then im down the hill and get this real scared feeling, and there’s this guy and he’s down there. (this is the second time something like this has happened, so im assuming I had some bad stuff happen to me) but I pulled away again, and tried to get away from that memory. I forgot some stuff too.
Then it says go to a bad memory. So then I’m suddenly in my house again, and I’m playing with my daughter, and she’s a baby! And in real life I’m smiling. And she has this knitted thing on, and I’m in my living room. Then my Husband (Charles) slams open the door, and slams it shut, I pick up the baby to hold her. In real life I am actually emotional, and my eyes are tearing up, and I’m upset. And I keep seeing him slamming the door over and over, with so much anger. And I notice his hair is like hanging in his face. I’m assuming he was drunk. Then he walks into the kitchen, and then rushes towards me and he’s yelling and pointing in my face. But he doesn’t hit me. All of this is also extremely realistic. Its just so weird how I can see the house from any angle, I don’t know, its something you have to experience to understand. So I pull away, and I am still upset and my hearts still beating, and im out of breath. (also it asked me for a reason for the events, and something about the "adverse affects of my decisions" or something, i just remembered that)
So then to a happy memory, its kind of fuzzy, but I am at some parade, I am kinda happy, but I think it was just a random memory. I actually felt more annoyed for some reason. It was something to do with WWII, I am assuming soldiers were coming home. Then I just wake up, I had already come out of hypnosis from seeing the bad memory.
That was all, I am still reeling from how realistic some parts were, and how much detail I can see at the same time. Like when my husband came in and slammed open the door, I could see the street and houses across the street outside. Like little details like that make it really feel real. Also about my husbands’ outburst, I have a strong feeling it had something to do with me having an affair. Since I started having an affair with a man named Richard, real soon after I got married to Charles (my husband). But I don’t know how he could have found out, but I guess he deserved to be angry, but you just didn’t get divorced in those days, I wonder how different my life would have been if I did. How different my current life would be. Hmm.
-Brant
