Past Life Dreams - Part 1

There was a time when, within a few months time, I would have dreams set in another era. It was as if I was given a jigsaw puzzle for each life and it was up to me to put all the pieces together into the correct puzzle/lifetime.

I cannot say with 100% certainty that all these dreams were PL related, but I do believe it's a possibility since they felt so real and weren't filled with mixed ramblings that made no sense. (Most of my dreams are either mundane or comprised of incoherent nonsense). The following dreams forced me to stop being so close-minded about reincarnation. (And believe me, I was very close-minded). They caught my attention since they were so different from my usual lackluster nocturnal ramblings. A few of them even helped shed some light on a spirit (Patrick) I saw when just a child.

That being said.... I am still skeptical of my experiences. But I am an OPEN-MINDED skeptic! I think that to learn the truth you have to be open to ALL possibilities, which includes a healthy dose of skepticism.







This dream was like seeing an oil painting of a scene set in Roman times. It was seeing a flight of gigantic stone steps leading very high toward the ceiling. At the top of these steps was a man slapping a whip. He wore white and was very evil. Below him were hundreds of white slaves; all male. You could see that torchlight was lighting the inside of this cave. Or could this have possibly been a pyramid?







I’ve had only about 3 or 4 waking visions in my life, which is surprising. They just came so out-of-the-blue. I wasn’t even really into the paranormal when I had my first vision, and I certainly didn’t believe in past lives.

My dreams (Patrick-related especially) set in the Renaissance can be found at my Patrick websites.

Lady Inside A Castle...



This dream isn’t on my Patrick websites, so I’ll type it up here. This was another ‘painting’ dream, as most of my Renaissance dreams are. It was a painting type picture/scene of a lady combing her straight brown, long hair in her room. To her left was a brown stone wall with an open window. There was no glass in this window. It was just an opening. I also think she was wearing a white gown, which had no sleeves. That was the entire dream. Just watching a lady performing a simple everyday task.

House inside a hill



While watching "Tristan & Isolde," I realized that there's another dream that I had a couple months back. I now think I should have written it down back then.

The feel of the dream was very happy. I was inside some pitch black dark place… so dark you couldn't see a thing… then lifted this flap which led to the outside. This flap was in fact the door, and I think it was the hide of an animal.

I look around and I’m facing very green hills scattered with people and children running about. I think I even remember seeing a couple of boys playing and running with some kind of red fabric trailing behind them. It was like a wind sock or something similar. (I think the little boy had curly brown hair). We were on a cliff face which was very, very high up. Incredibly high up.

There were other houses like this all over these hills, fairly close together. I mean everywhere. It was sunny and the landscape was vast. Very beautiful. These were quite literally homes dug inside the hillside.

It was an entire community, and everyone seemed so happy! We didn’t exactly have riches, but we didn’t need riches because we were all together. It felt like that day, or just everyday in general, was a holiday or celebration of some sort. I cannot express enough how positive an environment this community was.

You would think it’d be depressing living in such a cold, dark place - a home literally carved inside the earth - but it wasn’t like that at all because of THE PEOPLE living there alongside me.

Castle Celebration



Over the years I’ve had this recurring dream. I'm standing on the balcony of a huge castle, surrounded by LOTS of people. Tons of people, shoulder-to-shoulder. It's pitch black out... and when I say that, I mean it is VERY DARK. So dark that you can't even see the people's faces when up close. It's really noisy with people talking, and we're all watching fireworks.

I remember feeling in this dream that I should be having as much fun as the people celebrating around me. Instead, I was pretending to enjoy myself, at least a little bit. I felt very... unfulfilled, I guess. Alone. Sad.

Home Again

This wasn’t a past life dream exactly, but it has connections to one. In this particular dream I was visiting the castle ruins of where I lived in a past life. It was a beautiful, sunny day and I was SO HAPPY to see the place and SO SHOCKED that I had forgotten about it.

And when I say I was visiting ruins, I mean RUINS. The 'walls' that were left were no more than a few inches tall and were a light grey color. They were almost blue they were such a light grey.

And even though everything was gone, I instantly recognized everything about the place and where everything used to be. The grass was very green, and there were concrete slabs/squares buried in the ground for tourists to walk on as this was a very hilly, HIGH area. I can't begin to describe how filled with joy I was in this dream, and how flabbergasted I was that I had forgotten all about that life.

Really, in this dream I felt so ridiculous that I had forgotten everything. Forgetting that place, and that life, felt as silly and insane as forgetting your own mother! It was just all so inconceivable to me that I could ever forget all of it. In this dream I was happy beyond words. We’re talking GIDDY with joy. It's definitely one of my favorite dreams.

Spirit Conversation



Oddly enough, I had this dream on the same night as a UFO dream. I’m not sure what time period this particular dream was set in, but my guess is somewhere around the Renaissance at least. I’m really not sure.

All I remember is standing on flat land. At least I think it was flat. It was lots of land with no structures around. Just sparse trees; saplings just starting to grow. It was very FOGGY, and I think it was early in the morning. I was speaking to this man, only he was.... well, he was dead. Lol! He was a spirit passed on that only I could see and hear. He wore the same thing that myself and others were wearing: some kind of robe with chocolate brown and blue vertical stripes. It was some kind of soft, cottony material. Fleece or something.

In the end of the dream I asked the ghost a question, but he disappeared before he could answer. As I suspected, it turned out that he was just teasing me, pretending not to be there anymore when he really was. Anyway, he laughed and then answered my question. What that question was, I have no idea.

When he left for good, I remember my dream-self thinking that I hoped this spirit wouldn't mind if I called him "Papa."

So yeah. Lol! I'm not sure why that was unless he really was my father in the dream. I do know that I knew him while he was still alive. I was just fortunate enough to be able to communicate with him after his death as well.

The Past



This dream was strange. It was the middle of the night and very dark out. Dawn must have been approaching because the sky was a pretty blue color. There wasn't a cloud in the sky either. I was in some pretty place near the water and a little wooded area. There was a huge lake surrounded by trees; weeping willows, or something similar. Also, there was a building next to me, which I think was made of stone. (It was too dark in my dream to know for sure and I only saw part of it). I think it was a small church because it had skinny stained glassed windows with pretty colors.

I was speaking to some man. I think he had short black hair. It was a quiet night, but I knew fighting... swords for sure, and maybe cannon fire. Not sure about the cannons... was going on, or about to go on from the other side of the lake. It was like the calm before the storm, and this man and I were speaking very low. We were either just acquaintances, or had just met.

When I woke up, the name "Branberry" was instantly in my head. I'm not sure that's how it's spelled, but it's how it sounded.

Father and Son



This dream seemed pretty hokey and was short and simple. It was a lot like watching a movie on a small screen. It was just seeing a family sitting outside during a picnic of sorts. They were inside a big open field, and the trees formed a line in the distance. The people I saw were a father (he was sitting in a chair), an adult son (leaning over the father as he spoke to him), and a lady. The woman was dressed like a tavern wench or something, and was on the man's right hand side, serving him a drink from a pitcher.

I received the feeling she might not have been the man's wife, but was the mother to the other male with them. And while the guy's parents weren't married, they all considered themselves each other's real family. (As in the guy's wife had nothing to do with them. Marrying her was just politics, etc.)

There was another son as well, but he wasn't with them. (He was off rescuing some lady actually. Lol!) Anyway, the premise of the dream was just a father-son moment. The father went through his whole life, secretly thinking that his sons didn't really love him as he did them.

When I woke up from the dream, all I could recall was the son telling his father that he did have a bond with him, despite hardly ever seeing him while growing up. It's all a blur, but the father - royalty of some sort - really just considered himself an artist. The son explained how he visited places like Egypt, and while there saw some murals that his father did, and how proud he was to have seen them.

Like I said, the dream is a blur but it's been so very long since I've had any interesting dreams... (well, it was interesting to me b/c these people felt kind of real; esp the father)... that I had to type it up. Having this dream, I almost felt like a voyeur listening in on a secret conversation.

Vision - 1500's?



When trying to fall asleep one night I had the image of a man inside my head. He wore really old clothing; something from the 1500's or earlier. I really don't know.

His outfit was blue, and the pants gathered up at his knees. He might have had a black belt also. He wore a blue hat with a feather in it. The hat was just made of a soft material. I can't recall the name of this kind of hat, but it had no real shape to it. I think it was like a Tam o' Shanter.

He had short black hair, a curly black mustache (I think) and was leaning his arms on the back of a big wooden cart. He seemed Italian or French? No idea.







It was a very dreary day out. Our surroundings were very drab and ugly, and our cabin was next to a lake. We were poor. I was about thirteen or fourteen years old, I suppose. My father was loading several barrels of something onto a wooden raft.

It was raining and muddy all around. I was upset and very angry that he was leaving me back there to stay in a place I loathed so much. I kept begging him to let me go with him. (He was going to come back, and wherever he was going was work-related). I was miserable.

There was an oxen nearby. My mother was standing far behind me and my sister was sort of to my side. She had dark black hair and was small. My mother had light auburn hair and had a dishtowel in her hands. The house was looming behind her.

I was very depressed in this dream. The only colors around me were drab browns and grays. On another site, someone did a few PL readings for me. One of the lives they told me about matched this one.



Reading someone did:



Very beautiful young women I see in your past life. You mentioned two past lives but I will speak of the first one.

I sense some sadness. Its images I see are amazingly similar to those I got with my friend Alexandra. I see a wooden home with fireplace in the mid USA. You were segregated from outside life. Your dad was very over protective of the family in this life. I sense that he was hiding a secret. He was in fear for his life for a misdeed that he had done. You had much resentment for him in this life and a sense of sadness due to no love. Meaning you never were allowed to get married and some feelings are left over from this. I don’t know how it is in your current life and if these feelings were passed on. But my burning sage exercise may help you if it is still a problem. Maybe not like men and don’t know why? That’s what I mean.

There is a woman named Claire and she is your mother. You and her are doing family chores together. You speak with your mother very closely. I sense a strong bond here because I see you crying on her. Oh wait I Just realized I didn’t tell you your name because they wont give me it.



Another dream:

This dream I had a very long time ago. I never wrote it down, so I can't recall all the details.

What I do remember is being with my father, outside in some field. There were covered wagons EVERYWHERE, and I think the landscape was hilly. I believe we were there day and night. We were all waiting for someone to arrive, and I remember feeling very excited for some reason. I was probably about 13 years old in this dream.

Past Life Dreams - Part 2

Dream #1:

I was standing by the door inside a dark paneled room with red carpet. A lot of dark wood molding was everywhere. One wall was all windows. Red curtains were pulled aside in sections. I could see that it was VERY dark outside. My father (same one I have in this life, although I'm not sure he looked as he does now) was standing behind his desk, silent.

His hands were set on the desk top as he looked down at some papers. About 15 businessmen, all dressed in black tuxes, were lined along the walls in a curve; from the wall of windows to the door. They were smiling down at me. I was patiently waiting to gain my father’s attention so I could ask him a question, but he was ignoring me. He was all business. I was wearing a fancy white (lacy) dress which went to my knees. My hair was long, curly and blonde. I remember thinking in the dream that I was wiser than my father. Lol! He basically ignored me and I remember thinking it was probably b/c I reminded him of my mother, who had died. I thought his behavior very childish. It didn’t bother me much though.(What's funny is that even when a little girl, I was constantly thinking about how lucky I am that I have a mother, and that she's so nice).

Dream #2

I was anywhere from 20 to my 25, I suppose. I wore a very rich looking burgundy dress. My brown hair was pulled up in a bun. I think I wore a hat, too. I had just arrived someplace. An old man, carrying a lantern and wearing a soft, fuzzy gray vest (large checkered pattern), led me up some stairs to an old attic. The stairs had no railing and were very narrow. I even remember noting the wood splinters and nails sticking out of the wall on my right. When I reached the attic, I saw many sick children. They were all lying in perfectly straight rows, wrapped tightly in white sheets. It was very quiet. I was thinking to myself that these kids had no one and what the heck have I gotten myself into?! I thought it just too sad. I remember thinking that I just couldn’t do this. Here they were, all sick and with no parents. (I think I was orphaned as well – later in age). Only two kids were up and well. They were chasing each other in front of a half-oval table set against the back wall with a lit candle set on it.

Dream #3

I was at least in my late teens and was living out in the woods, up in the hills. There were lots of pine trees surrounding me. The family I lived with were poor, but happy. I didn’t understand this at all! I was sitting underneath a tree with a kind woman. She was shelling peas out of a basket as she spoke. Her kids were chasing each other in the woods. I particularly remember seeing a dark headed boy playing in his church clothes. I told her I didn’t belong there with them. Very cheerfully, she told me – “You will!” I vividly remember her ‘knowings’ and constant cheerfulness frazzling my nerves. I didn’t believe one word that came out of her mouth. It was like I was suddenly orphaned/marooned with these people. I think I was about seventeen. I wasn’t very young.

Dream #4

This was a very short and quiet dream. No speaking was present. I was just sitting in a chair at a dressing mirror. Three ladies were standing behind me, getting me ready for some social event downstairs. They were putting on my jewelry and doing my hair. I looked up and saw my reflection in the mirror. I looked a lot like I do now, and I wore a pretty, mint green colored dress. I’m not sure if I was happy or sad in this dream. I think I was just accepting the fact that whatever I was about to do when I went down those stairs… I didn’t have much choice and supposed things could be worse.

Dream #5

This is my favorite b/c it was a very happy dream. I had to have been about 9 or 10 years old. I was in a very fancy house, which I think belonged to an uncle? I was very happy there. I had many cousins there. They were all boys and I had my hands full with them! They were real rascals and I had much trouble trying to calm their wild spirits down to an acceptable level; to a dull roar if you will. It was Christmastime and we were expecting guests. A large winding staircase was in front of me and the room I was in was very large. Huge french doors were to my left, leading to the backyard. I remember seeing a Christmas wreath hanging above an entrance that led to the next room; above the wreath was the lookout from upstairs. (There was dark wood paneling on the stairs and where the wreath was). I was speaking to a maid that worked there. She wore your typical black and white maids uniform from back then, and had blonde hair. She wore a maids cap also. I remember thinking she was very pretty and very sweet. The boys came downstairs; at least one sliding down the banister! They were all dressed up real fancy-like in the suits that go to their knees; all their outfits looked the same and they each wore black boots. I threatened to lock them outside if they misbehaved for our guests. They would just laugh and act wilder, running around the room and screaming. I ran after one of the boys that ran out to the back. It was nighttime. He was sitting on top of a garden wall, at one part where it curved/dipped, absently swinging his legs back and forth. He was laughing at me. When our guests arrived (a man and woman) I answered the door and ushered them inside myself. (I felt like I was playing 'grown up.' Lol!) There was a little Christmas tree in the entrance hall.

Dream #6

I was standing at the side of a dirt road, dressed in travelling clothes. I had a little suitcase in my hand. In the distance I could see a white house. I remember hoping that the people there would welcome me back with open arms. I was really worried about that.

Mom tells me that the way I describe the house and its surroundings... it sounds like her Granny’s old house. There were trees behind the house, which faced a huge open field. A few low bushes were near the dirt road. I was standing at the spot where the road curved. It was a small dirt road.

Dream #7

Not sure this was PL related. I think it was just a normal dream, but it was very vivid. My sister and I (same sister I have now. She looked the same as she does now, too) were at our very first fancy ball. My sister wore a yellow dress. We were sooooo overjoyed to be there. It was so exciting to us that we couldn’t stop smiling. My sister, myself and a few friends were on one of the stairs landings, looking down at the waltzing couples below. It was very hot in the room, but we were having so much fun that we didn’t care. The stairs had to have gone up four levels, and had many twists and turns. They were VERY WIDE as well. The stairs were beautifully carved and the landings had a large checkered pattern of dark and light wood. It was loud and incredibly packed at this party. And so, so miserably hot!

Dream #8

I really hate to say it, but I was male. I was on a ship. I was a businessman with a black mustache. Unmarried, but very happy. I remember walking on this ship at night. I was in a small, closed in area which led to the outside. I saw a few couples walking by; one was a woman in a very fancy, but I thought ugly, orange dress with lots of ruffles gathered at the back. (In the dream I was thinking to myself that this woman probably thinks she's 'all that' in her fancy dress with all her jewels, but that my personal opinion was that it was ugly and overdone). I think she had her fancy umbrella with her, though I can’t fathom why as it was nighttime! A little bit of water was rushing onto the little inside ‘room’ at my feet.

I don’t know that this was the Titanic, as no one was panicky. (I had this dream long before the movie Titanic came out, btw). It was very dark out, but I remember wondering why there was water coming onto the deck. I think the floor of the deck I was on was an orange or brown color.

Then I remember having a business meeting with some people during the day. I don’t know if we were near a white sandy beach, or if the sun was just really beaming down on the white ship deck. It was VERY bright out and hard to see. I remember thinking that I couldn’t wait for this boring meeting and the superficial chit-chat to end. I THINK we were bound for Italy? If so, this wasn't the Titanic.

Dream #9

I'm pretty sure I was male in this dream. (I think it's related to the dream above). I was walking along the beach at night. It was a dark, starry night. I could see a fancy white hotel off in the distance that was sitting right on the beach. It was very beautiful and very big. No other sign of civilization was nearby. It reminds me a lot of the Hotel Coronado in California. It was a white hotel with red roofs. I was walking along this beach. A few men were walking together nearby, just ahead of me. In the water we saw a ship that was on fire. It looked like a smaller version of a big ship. I saw people screaming. I remember one lady jumping in the water to swim to shore. She had straight, black hair; or it could just be that it was wet. This ship was very near to the shoreline. The men walking ahead of me wanted no part in helping these people, so they ran to the hotel! I was appalled at their behavior. Just as I was going to help them, the dream ended.

Dream #10

I was dressed in a fancy Victorian dress, walking near the water. I think it was Venice? All of a sudden I hear a lot of people shouting. People in the gondolas are very angry about something. They start throwing things off the boats and the people on the streets are freaking out. I was confused and didn't want any part of it - afraid of getting hurt - so I quickly ran to hide in some corner of a building.

Dream #11

Pretty simple dream. I was looking at the open sea with a LONG dock crowded with people standing in long lines. They were all dressed in Victorian style clothing and the women had parasols with them. Steamboats were moving towards the dock.

Dream #12

I dreamed once of seeing the Titanic underwater. Oddly enough, it was a pretty peaceful dream. I saw one of the outside hallways, and the light filtering in was a serene blue. It was also completely silent save that 'roaring' type sound of being underwater.



Reading someone did, which matches a few of my dreams:


Your next life you are just as beautiful. This is some place in Italy. I’m judging this due to your house. It’s huge girl!!! I see you as a 22-24 year old girl Laraine? Loraine… Something like that.

Your family has a sense an authority. It seems your dad is some sort of an official in the country. The times seems Victorian to me.