Dreaming of a Past Life?

Graciekeyr
5 min readMay 13, 2021

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I consider myself to be confused when thinking of an “after-life” or a “past-life”. I am not a strong spiritual person and have never witnessed abnormal ghostly experiences. When it comes to dreams, I have never been the kind of person that can dream of fictional or irrational situations. This is why I feel the need to share the only fictional and abnormal dream I experienced the night of my birthday. Below is what I wrote on my journal the minute I woke up from this dream.

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“ The design of the school looks old. The school is catholic because of all the religious images I see throughout hallways and classrooms. We are wearing plaid skirts and pants with white button-up tops. I can see wooden desks and chairs facing chalkboards. Conversations around me are spoken in Spanish. The smell of mopped floors and incense is present as I walk past the hallway and out to the concrete steps of the stadium where a group of teenagers are eating their lunch. I am walking towards a tall-skinny girl with short-dark hair surrounded by popularity and somehow I am sure she is my sister. As I reach her I am able to feel that I am younger than her and less social. As I approach her, she tries handing me a half of her sandwich to which I refuse because somehow I am aware that our family is not doing well financially. She asks me if I brought the money for “the prints” and as soon as she pronounces those words, I am filled with anxiety.

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Fear begins to creep through my body as I think of the man I owe this money to. He is the only man able to type my assignment since my family is not able to afford a typewriter. He makes me uncomfortable because of the way we stares at me as if he has some power over me. I tell my sister I forgot the money and she immediately drags me down to hide from the creepy, middle-aged man approaching us. We try to hide and flee, but HE ALWAYS FINDS ME. He finds us and my sister immediately hands him her debt as she takes her prints and rushes to her friends. I try to avoid showing fear as I tell him I will get him his money by today. He is insistent and manipulative. His stare is frightening as he warns me he needs it now or else I am not able to receive my assignment. I need this assignment. This assignment has much importance to me and I am sure I need to turn it in as soon as lunch hour ends.

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He tells me there is another form of payment and as I hear those words, I am filled with disgust and anger. I tell him I will get his money before lunch ends and run. I sneak out through an opening on a fence and as I run through a dirt road with tears rushing down my cheeks, I am filled with anxiety once again. I comfort myself by convincing myself that no one will notice I left for the money because my parents are not home and no one noticed I left. I am sure I will make it before lunch ends.

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From this point on I am no longer the girl rushing of fear, I am now a witness of the story without a body. I am looking at the sister finishing her sandwich at school as she notices her sister’s absence. She is concerned for who she last left her with and begins to gather her friends to ask if anyone knows where her sister went. As she walks down the concrete steps she notices the creepy man’s bag, without it’s owner, placed carefully under one of the steps (as if it was placed there for it not to be noticed). The sister is now filled with the same fear I felt (I can see it in her eyes). She begins to search through the bag full of prints as she notices a stack of polaroid pictures. She is filled with horror as she goes through the disturbing pictures of girl’s underclothes covered in blood. She yells at her friends to go after her sister and makes her way inside the main building through two large wooden doors.

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She notices her hands shaking as she knocks and enters an office that is labeled as “Padre Fuentes” by the entrance. There is a priest behind a large desk and a man dressed in a tie sitting in front of the desk. She tells them what she knows and hands the priest the pictures. She leaves the room shaking and rushes to look for her sister. After she leaves, the priest grabs his keys and opens a drawer on his desk in which he pulls out a gun. He hands the pictures and gun to the other man in the room and says ‘Tu sabes que hacer’.”

It is unclear to me what importance or connection this dream has to a possible past-life memory, however, I had never experienced anything like it. It felt real with the emotions of terror and anxiety. Through the dream, I never thought of anything related to my present-life and was never confused about how to get around through the school and streets. The smells and visuals were clear and vivid. Though this may have been a story my imagination made up as I slept, I am sure this story is worth reading.

So what are your thoughts? Has anything like this happened to you? Do you think they were able to save the girl on time? Do you think this was a past-life experience?

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Graciekeyr
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