I was just reading through some peoples dream summaries, when I was reminded of three consecutive dreams I had over Christmas last year. I've written them down in a diary of mine. They're all much heavier than most dreams I have. One of them, began in a bookstore, where a 30, maybe 40-something-year-old astrologer was giving a talk nearby on her latest book. She was a plump lady, who wore thick-rimmed glasses and had short, sandy-brown hair. I was standing by, in the next row of shelves, reading her book as she spoke. She was more in the background to me than anything as I read through this small, blue book of hers. As I was reading, I forgot entirely about the bookstore and began to see images of a woman burning at the stake. She was slim, had medium-length thin chocolate brown hair, which was flapping in the night breeze. She was wrestling against her ropes and her cheeks were smudged with soot. She then let out such an ear-splitting scream, it was like she had placed her voicebox into my ear drum. I jerked awake and found my ears were faintly ringing with the noise of her scream. My heart was thumping hard and I didn't want to go back to sleep. I considered the dream to be a partial memory of another life, when I had watched a dear friend die in the Inquisition. But I'm not so sure. What do you guys make of it?
well you know, these things happen, not as something outside of our experience, but as something so completely within it that we take them for granted. that is really the only way that they can. like the way lobsters are boild. in comfortable water who'se temperature is only gradually raised. like all this stuff that is going on shutting down the kind of freedoms, never nearly as complete as immagined or hoped for, but none the less far greater before so much has been, like boiling lobsters, robbed from us over the past decade. guantanimo, cia 'black sites', hitler's death camps, pol pot's cambodia, and yes, that supposedly religeously justified inquisition, they are all of a pattern, beneath the distracting superficialities. and yes, america DOES torture. and most of us who live here, will be a long time living down the shame of its doing so. =^^= .../\...
Hmmm it does sound like you are identifying something from a past tense. I was told by a great healer that (for those who believe in reincarnation) that those lives which we have not fully come to terms with, are those which will rear their heads in this life. Sometimes i sense phobias arise from such past life histories. (eg fear of water, small spaces, the dark) Perhaps this was a person you knew from a time long ago, perhaps it was yourself. How did you feel during this dream experience? What sensations/emotions arose? My mum recently had a dream where a little girl came up to her and said "you need to "tell my mummy i didn't die from the "ebola virus", I died from eating mushrooms". My mum has always hated mushrooms, and when she sought counsell from a known psychic lady she said "my dear you are having a connection with yourself". A later dream confirmed this to her in some way. It was facinating to hear.
I don't have any serious phobias that I'm aware of. I can be quite a hermit, I know that. But I consider that more a choice than a social disorder. Though I sometimes fear, my preference to avoid particular social situations might actually develop into one, if I don't try and curb it. The only other incident I've had with phobias that I do remember is my Mum telling me she took me to a doctor when I was about 4 or 5 years old. She told me it was because she assumed I had obsessive compulsive disorder. I cleaned a lot when I was very little and always helped my Mum around the house because I felt it was my duty to. I was never expected to do chores at that age, but I often did and most of the time, it was because I didn't like not feeling useful. The usefulness still plays a big part in my life, but not in the way of chores. Mum hounds on me now to do things. If it means anything, I also had a constant habit of lining toys in rows. I remember sitting in a room with a doctor once - this wasn't the doctor assessing me for OCD, it was just a check-up this one - he and Mum were talking and I was happy just cleaning up all the toys the previous kids had messed up. I remember I often told my friends when they came over all they could do was sit in the middle of my room and colour. It was always the middle, because they couldn't touch anything else and I had a little box set in the centre of my room just like a small desk. They had to be quiet and were only ever allowed to use the colours *I* picked out for them. There was no colouring out of the lines, or I got cranky. Sometimes I have urges to clean things now, but I can ignore those mostly. I have a teeney fear of saliva that I didn't have when I was younger. I don't know what that could mean for anything. But since you mentioned phobias, I thought I'd bring that up. So anyway...sorry to get so far off the topic. You asked what I felt during the dream. And I can't say I remember too well. I was just staring, shocked by what was happening. I know I was scared, but it wasn't until I heard the scream that I really became frightened. Because it had felt so real. Have you ever dealt with phobias before, related to your past life?
I'm not sure I understand how your comment relates to the topic. I'm not American for one, since you said 'yes america does torture...' So I'm a little confused. Would mind trying saying again what you were trying to say to begin with?
