Past life dream of the 1820's?
I wonder if what I dreamt last night was a past life dream. It certainly had elements that were very dream-ish, but the whole scenery was something I've never dreamt of before.
I've copied this from my notes:
I was in a grand flat, it was a wealthy home, the interior decoration hinting at the 19th century – in my dream I felt 1820's, but it could be later than that.
We were three people there: me, a man and his wife. I think I was a maid, but it's hard to say entirely, because focus shifted – sometimes I saw something from the eyes of the man, other times I saw it through his wife's eyes and I was also present where I don't think they would have wanted a maid to be present.
Anyway, first thing I remember was making a bed. It was huge and quite high up. Lots of pillows, soft, heavy blankets – all white – and then a cherry-red satin (or silk) blanket to cover it all with. The bed was of mahogany, four posts. There were large windows in the room and I believe they were looking out at a yard with more apartments on the other side, an old fashioned, very wealthy apartmentblock.
I remember vaguely the man and his wife. Mainly her. She was very distressed about something and he was trying to calm her down. Her hair was brown, curly – she was very pretty, not that young, neither was he by the way. I would think they were probably mid-30's to mid 40's.
I remember them being in the bedroom where I just made the bed. She was lying there, dressed, with her back towards him and I think she was crying. He was sitting on the other half, trying to convince her of something. I can't remember what they were talking about, but they were arguing.
As a maid, I don't think I would have been in the room at that point, but in the dream I was there ”in bed with them”. Suddenly a little girl entered the room. She is about 3 or 4 years old and she's wearing a lightblue dress, she has lightbrown hair. I don't know if it's their daughter, they hardly seem to notice her. She says that someone is waiting for me in the kitchen, someone has come to see me. A man, she doesn't know who though when I ask her. It's just some man.
I leave the room – at once annoyed to leave the intriguing scene and exited to see who is there. I walk out the bedroom and into a short narrow hallway that is connected to a living room. I walk past a round mahogany table and think that this would make a great movie!:laugh: Hehe that was probably my present self thinking that though...I walk through the first livingroom, it cool and dark – it's late afternoon I think and the lights haven't been turned on. I can hear clocks ticking. The windows are looking out on the street in these rooms, they have curtains of lace. In connection with this livingroom there is another, which is bigger. In the middle of that room is a couch and next to it sort of a mannequin wearing a dress. It scares me in the greyish dark although I know it's a doll, I find it creepy. I don't have to go near it though, I turn left as soon as I've entered that room and walk through a door and down a staircase that I know leads to the kitchen.
I'm able to draw my route from the bedroom to the kitchen. It was very clear and detailed.
However before I get down there and see who has come to see me, I wake up. I was really quite disappointed to wake up then, but in the dream I was so exited to have a visitor and I really wanted to see who it was.
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Past life dreaim of the 1820's?
I was a man, the son of the leader, and died young.