A Life of the Past, tries to speak to a life of the present
Lately, I've been seeing things. I know this is going to sound crazy but its like Im watching a movie and I'm the main character. I've had flashes of my wedding day standing with my husband who is a man who just recently walked into my life. My best friend is my sister in this place and her boyfriend was her husband. The era seems like 1880s-1920s. I know that I die sometime in the 1920s. I saw my own death.
The dream came and it was strange. It was in a basement or poorly lit corridoor. There was a soft red light, it was poor to see by but it made the lighting so sexual. I was up against a wall with my hair down in this amazing brown or black evening gown, my hair was like flowing waves down to my waist. Literally. It was black. It was me, just thinner, taller. A man in a tux came towards me and pinned me against that wall but I wasn't afraid. It was like meeting a hidden lover. Then there was another man behind the lover. He stabbed the lover enough to disable him. Then he turned on me. He violated me, raped me, stabbed me, then slit my throat. The other man who had been meeting me had to watch my torture, rape and death. After I was dead, the killer walked up to him and killed him. Both of those men, are in my life right now. They're matches to these mens I saw and the men I know now.
We were in a cemetry the other day and I looked down this worn and beaten up very weathered road. I swore I saw a carriage drawn by 2 black horses carrying a coffin. I was walking behind that coffin in the funeral parade. My friend was walking beside me and a dog walked on my other side, which resemebles my current dog.
Our clothing was expensive looking, like we are rich. Its amazing, the clothing, the time period, I cant explain it. We've been trying to find information on the people, the time, what the town was like. We're trying to figure it all out. Its I can't explain it. I really can't.
The dream came and it was strange. It was in a basement or poorly lit corridoor. There was a soft red light, it was poor to see by but it made the lighting so sexual. I was up against a wall with my hair down in this amazing brown or black evening gown, my hair was like flowing waves down to my waist. Literally. It was black. It was me, just thinner, taller. A man in a tux came towards me and pinned me against that wall but I wasn't afraid. It was like meeting a hidden lover. Then there was another man behind the lover. He stabbed the lover enough to disable him. Then he turned on me. He violated me, raped me, stabbed me, then slit my throat. The other man who had been meeting me had to watch my torture, rape and death. After I was dead, the killer walked up to him and killed him. Both of those men, are in my life right now. They're matches to these mens I saw and the men I know now.
We were in a cemetry the other day and I looked down this worn and beaten up very weathered road. I swore I saw a carriage drawn by 2 black horses carrying a coffin. I was walking behind that coffin in the funeral parade. My friend was walking beside me and a dog walked on my other side, which resemebles my current dog.
Our clothing was expensive looking, like we are rich. Its amazing, the clothing, the time period, I cant explain it. We've been trying to find information on the people, the time, what the town was like. We're trying to figure it all out. Its I can't explain it. I really can't.