was a teenager when I had a vivid dream, with flashes
of a life that wasn't my current one.
I was a little girl standing on the docks dressed in
a very old-fashioned style, probably late 18th-century.
I was holding my father's hand who I recognized as my
brother in this life, though they looked nothing alike.
We were there to meet with another family to talk about
setting up a partnership in the shipping business. There
was a boy there who was a little older than I was, and
when I saw him I knew he was the man I was going to
dream suddenly flashed forward and I was at a church
attending a funeral for the little boy. Except now he
had grown up into a man and had been lost at sea just
shortly before we were supposed to be married.
My father was there consoling me. The dream flashed
forward again, to where I was moving the things which
he had given me, things which reminded me of him. I
was moving them to the attic and I was crying very hard!
A sister was helping me and I recognized her as a long-time
friend from my current life to whom I have always been
The dream ended there and left me with no details I
could use to research it, but I am convinced it was
a soul memory. I have had other friends remember me
in their past lives, each time triggering bits of my
memories of the same time.
Posted Feb 1, 2011