had a reoccurring dream of being a Civil War nurse.
I am 32 years old now but it started in my early 20’s
and I've always known it was a past life. Regardless
of what my religion taught, I just knew reincarnation
was real and my dream has been the exact same for years.
In my dream I am coming out of a patient’s room
carrying bloody sheets and I have the feeling of being
completely overwhelmed and tired. The hallway is painted
a maroon color and the paint is chipping off so you
can see the white underneath. I look to my right and
recognize my father from this life standing in the doorway
of his room. He has his right leg in what looks like
a cast but which is really just pieces of cloth wrapped
around his whole leg. He also has a bloody cloth wrapped
around his head and he's leaning on a crutch.
I turn to my left and start walking down the hallway
that takes a hard turn to the right at the end. I can
see sunshine lighting up the end of this hallway and
I can feel the warmth of it as I get closer. As I round
the corner, the hallway continues but I walk through
double doors to my left that are open and lead to a
I look over the edge of the balcony and see a dirt road
with a lot of people walking by. Some are old men in
Civil War era officer’s uniforms, but what strikes
me the most is the sight of two ladies in beautiful
dresses. They are sitting on an iron bench talking to
a soldier. I envied their clothes.
One was wearing a light pink dress with a matching bonnet
and parasol, the other had on a baby blue dress, bonnet
and parasol. I wanted to be them and I remember thinking
that they had no idea what war really was and how I
was stuck taking care of the men.
They were laughing and talking and enjoying the day,
completely unaware of how horrible it was inside the
hospital, which made me even more envious. While I am
not envious of anyone in this life, I still have an
awful dislike of people who are uncompassionate towards
I also remember being a Nazi looking for Jews under
a tank of some sort, but that dream is pretty fuzzy
and I can't remember a lot of details. However, in this
life in my younger years before I had this dream, I
had a deep hate for Jews as soon as I was old enough
to realize who they were. I could never figure out why
I hated them until I had this dream. Of course I don't
have any hate now after realizing that it stemmed from
a past life.