Ever since I was a child I’ve had vivid dreams of places I’ve never been.
A town square on the side of a hill, with railway bridges and a bus stop, with some kind of memorial in the middle.
A park with interesting greenhouses and climbing equipment.
A valley, that I visited in several dreams where there were different levels of technology powering the homes in each dream, and different things going on.
Several different cities, that I remember so clearly I could draw you street plans and tell you their history, that again I visited in what were different levels of technology – medievil, contemporary, and futuristic. Sometimes I was a person sometimes I was a bird or a monkey.
I always loved these dreams, and thought about them a lot, but it was only when I visited one of the cities in an actual past life regression that I realised these were places where I had actually lived, a long time ago, on different planets.
Eventually I saw the sorts of humanoid bodies I had in these places, and the other people too.
Can anyone relate to this? Any weird past life regressions? Any dreams that don’t make sense unless they are real memories of other places?
Its possible you lived a life on those planets, and I also have dreams of other planets and situations that are most definitly not human. I had never considered that I lived on those planets, but instead, because of the tone of the dreams, that I had actually received a message from the last moments of that civilization or ship. For example, I was once on a ship that lost control and ported to an unknown part of the universe. Eventually it was overtaken by a hostile lifeform. The dream took place over 6400 years, which I remember because something about the power supply on the ship would only last that long, something about 80 x 80, and during part of the dream I lived the life of the technician, as well as every other person on the ship, until the very last one, when the power was dying. Needless to say these lives I lived lasted much longer than a human life because even at the end of 6400 years I was somewhat youthful. I had managed to hide in an air shaft and knew it was over, so I came out and tried to trap the alien and kill it, at this point I was the last surviving member of the crew, the cook. We were in a cargo bay underneath which I could see space. Sure enough the alien found me and we were looking at each other across this huge docking bay, the lights went off when the power died, and I woke up.
There have been other dreams where I was most assuredly on another planet. Pink sand, very rocky. Its just me and a few other people. We know that there is no hope but we continue to try. Very uneventful, just very sad.
I always took these to be annals of the now dead civilization or crew. There are many more.
I wouldn’t call it a memory. Well, it’s a memory of a dream. So kind of like a memory, but not. It was a dream. A very vivid dream of when I lived on Mars. Only it was the me from now, not the me from then. I remember being really confused because all my friends were there, but their roles were different. One friend noticed my confusion and she grabbed me, shook me, and told me that everything was okay, that this was the way it is supposed to be here. And then I travelled down a spiral and out of that dream.