Just For The Record

[poliphilo]

I was living in a haunted house. I went into a room where an invisible old man sat muttering in a corner and saw a soldier in uniform lying on the floor. He was  aged about thirty, thickset, foreign; I gathered he was a prisoner of war. He got up and we walked into the village together. He said he was from the East, from Vienna and that he'd fought for the nazis. By this time it was plain to me that I was female and he and I had an emotional connection. We went into a cafe where a much older woman greeted him and then it all started to break up...

It was one of those dreams. Very vivid.  I woke up and thought, " that was really important." So all through the rest of the night I kept waking to check the details to make sure they were still clear in my head. Then I come to  write it down next morning and  there's nothing to it. So what's going on? Is it the garbled memory of some past life experience? That's what I'd like to believe.

Comments

[shullie.livejournal.com]

i think it's the emotions for me too... and perhaps I have a left over feeling of belonging and knowing.

so much so that a few people have thought I was Jewish when they meet me...

what ever that means...

I also remeber dying as him.... which I have now come to terms with.. but for years really freaked me.

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

Remembering one's own death must be scary.

On the other hand, I wish I found the veil a little easier to penetrate. I get these glimpses, hints, flashes- but they're too fragmented and muddled for me to be able to make much sense of them.