I’ve always had reoccurring dreams in my teens and I’ve never thought too much about them other than I can remember that the same thing happens every time I have it. There’s always another person with me, a women. I’ve had numerous dreams with this same person. I can never recall her eyes but I can picture her hair and her face.
I’m 21 now and just recently I’ve had one of the most strangest dreams that even as I think about this dream I get emotional. In all my dreams with this other person there’s always been some sort of obstacle we had to pass in order to reach each other. This dream however, starts off like we just met for the first time. I’m not sure if years have passed or if this is the same lifetime with this person as my other dreams.
Later, it seemed like some sort of machine that looked almost alien was taking people up into the air. There was some sort of commotion and people starting jumping from it. It feels almost like it was set in the future with more advanced technology and there were some sort of inflatables on the ground below that people were trying to jump on.
While the girl that keeps appearing in my dreams wasn’t so lucky, I can see her being forced out of this cage and didn’t make it. I remember crying in the dream, not knowing how to get by. I remember other people helping me and it seemed as if years went by and I still couldn’t get over this tragic event. While the technology in this dream seemed much more complex the people around me were wearing robes, mostly white. When I woke up from this dream I’ve never felt so emotional in my life. I thought to myself how could a dream bring me this much sadness?
Are these memories from another life, another place, but always with the same person. I thought this memory of her dying would go away but whenever I think about it I burst into tears and no matter what I do I can’t help it. I’ve never felt so devastated in my life as to what I just experienced. I’ve starting writing a journal about these dreams or memories I keep hoping to put these pieces together. Thank you for reading.
— Tyler, Ohio