posted on Aug, 31 2011 @ 05:42 AM
Ever since I was a young child I have had dreams of a nature that is indicitive of a past life. I remember them as clear as if it were yesterday.
Though some time has passed since I last had one of these dreams they are so fresh in my mind that I can still remember the scents of the period,
along with the structures I witnessed and my terrifying demise. When these dreams began I was so young they would frighten me to the very core of my
being. I would awake devastated, in cold sweats, nauseated, and shaking. They were so real and vivid it took my mothers reassurance to convince me
that I had not actually died. I remember struggling with unnerving bouts of insomnia simply because I was too afraid to sleep. Of course I still
struggle with chronic insomnia but that is another matter in itself and will likely be placed in the rant section at a later time. So, my dreams
always began in a period with Egyptian or Sumerian overtones, too obscure for me to make a clear distinction. I would be sitting in a high opening
that looked as if it were a primitive window frame, draped in a moist off-white cloth that seemed to be a sort of dressing for a wound I was
recovering from. I could feel the pain in my lower right side. A wound or gash, I believe. I was being attended or looked after by an olive-toned
woman. I myself also had an olive complection. These moments of the dream lasted what seemed like forever, or as if it were all in a vague slow
motion. I could smell the dobi brick or mud used to make the structure as well as the scent of the moist cloth covering my wound. The only time I
took my eyes off the woman nurturing me was for what came next. The entire floor beneath me began to shake violently and as I looked up all I could
see was an enormous shadow with complete consistency to it's shape. It was unending. Completely black and moving over the land in front of me at a
rapid speed. This is always the moment where I woke up in extreme terror, shaking and screaming. It was the strangest thing.
With that said I would love to hear your stories as well as any theories you may have concerning my little night terrors.