My Dreams Of My Other Lives
These are very different from other dreams
in the way that they begin.
I am always up in the sky, travelling very fast.
I have come to know these dreams, and there is an excited feeling, that I don't want to lose the dream, I
approach a whirlwind of energy in the sky, and travel into this whirlwind, of circling energies.
When I come out of the other side, I will be moving
in the my life from another time.
I have dreamed of life as
As a young women, wealthy, standing in New York City
townhouse with my father, it is just after the Civil War, and he is talking to his friends about the freeing
of American slaves. It is a happy evening.
Another life as an American woman,
I am reading a letter written in inks, I am standing at my own desk. There are no pens, just
feathers with which to write. It is late in the eighteen century, I know this because of the yellow dress I am wearing,
it has three quarter length sleeves. My husband comes in to talk to me as I read my letter.
I dream I am a child being taught to ride a horse.
My father lifts me onto the horse. we live on wide plains, it looks like Russia, maybe because our clothes
are tunics with baggy pants.
I live in Tudor England, I am very
young and very religious, I follow the New Teachings of the Protestant faith. My family is welathy again, but this
is an unhappy life. I am so loyal to my religion, that I will soon be executed as religious martyr.
I have a rare dream memory as a poverty stricken woman.
When I wake up in the morning, this dream is so upsetting to me, I take the day off from my usual activities.
Not only am I very poor, I live in Victorian England, and I am married to an alcoholic. I walk by the
cold Atlantic Ocean, on a wood boardwalk. I am going to look for my husband, who is drinking all our
family money away. It is around 1900, give or take a few years. I can tell this from the shoes
and clothes that I wear.
