Past life memories??

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I’ll start by saying I’m not a big believer of anything supernatural but have a feeling that I just can’t shake off.

Since I’ve been little I’ve had two reoccurring dreams that seem to happen if I’ve got a fever, in a particularly deep sleep or have had sedation/GA. One involves a very British location and judging by the buildings that I recall must be around 1600-1800. For some reason this place feels so familiar, but I’ve not knowingly been there. The other dream involves me (??) entering a dark, moonlit lake, surrounded by trees and the water turning solid.

I’ve not experienced these dreams for a while but something earlier this week made me think about it all again. I’ve just googled possible locations and one particularly image made me feel all goosebumpy, a feeling I can’t explain. It was exactly as the place in my memory but near enough.

as I said, I don’t believe in previous lives or reincarnation. But what’s going on here? Has anyone had any similar experiences?

I haven’t, but have done a lot of dream analysis in therapy. Dreams can often be about your mind processing feelings that you haven’t processed during the day. So focusing on the feelings in the dreams rather than the places/objects etc might be more fruitful.

Also the people in your dreams - if there are any - can represent parts of yourself. Eg ‘shadow sides’ of yourself that you don’t like to acknowledge or admit to in waking hours.

There are accounts of people remembering past lives eg search YouTube, but personally I’m not so sure! I think being aware of your feelings can answer an awful lot of questions.

Btw is it possible you’ve seen the location/buildings in a film or on TV?

As a young child , I would cry sometimes looking at pictures of windswept, countryside! My mum would ask why, and I would say it was so lonely out there, and I knew that I and the baby would die. 😬I can remember this well, and in my head I was a young woman standing on a hillside, wrapped in a shawl, holding a small baby and I had no food and nowhere to go. Ahead of me was some trees and a wood, behind me (but some distance) was a hamlet. It was a terrible feeling of sadness, hopelessness and being very, very alone.
Who knows, eh? x

@Iwritethissittinginthekitchensink thanks for taking the time to respond. I’ll have a look into dream analysis.
I don’t recall any people in the dream but it’s very hazy, yet so vivid, at the same time. Makes no sense really!

i’m led by science usually, so your take on things makes much more sense to me. Thank you

@HyggeandTea this gives me the shivers. How strange. Have you had the same feelings since being an adult, when looking at windswept landscapes?

I still get that same feeling of loneliness, but not to the same extent, and I can still remember what would go through my head. A picture would trigger it, and then I would be there (not in the picture, just in the countryside!), looking out onto a fairly bleak horizon (it was late autumn and dusk), clutching the baby and the shawl around us both. I was poor, and exhausted and had been banished or shamed? The baby was cold. I knew there was no help and we would die soon. My mum remembered me sobbing as a child and telling her how sad it was!

She tended to stick to farmyard story books!

My daughter used to weep for hours saying she wanted to go back to the flower house with her other mummy. She's 14 now and doesn't remember, but it has been a very strange experience.

My DS when he was first able to talk clearly told me the same story up until he was around 4or 5

he told me that I wasn’t really his real mummy, I was his new mummy. That he and his sisters and parents lived in a house in the woods. The soldiers came and killed them and he appeared with me. He was so clear recounting this . Now he doesn’t know what I am talking about if I ask
him about it. He is 8 now

I had a dream, the same people in the dream over and over. I ended up doing past life regression therphy and found out that the whole dream was my past life and I ended up finding out how I died

Jennyofthenorth andtheremustonlybeone, they are amazing stories. I have a strange memory myself of being an old lady and holding a lamp high on a staircase and knowing a policeman is stood there waiting to harm me. Thankfully I cannot recall any further details.

When I was 16, during winter time I traveled by train from school, watching the scenery from window and pulled out a red knitted mitten, the moment I looked at it I had this vivid dream- knowing I'm an old woman, getting ready to go out, standing in the huge, dark hallway with mahogany panelled walls and staircase with dark red wallpaper, lit up candleholders on the walls along the staircase and I was standing close to the front door, getting dressed and putting on those knitted mittens.