True Stories about Reincarnation and Past Life Memories at Dreamwatch®
Another time. Another place. Familiar feelings or unexplained specific knowledge about a person, family, or locale you've never visited. Talents not found in your family. Recurring dreams of your own death in another time. Something strange is happening. Could you have lived before?
Read what people like you remember about their past lives:
Reincarnation of Robert Louis Stevenson?
I knew nothing about Robert Louis Stevenson, except that we shared a birthday, and he was a writer. I'd planned to be a writer with the first book I'd read, and hoped sharing his birthday would be a good luck charm. From 2001 and 2005, I was very ill with fever, chills, and difficulty breathing. I spent five months each year huddled in blankets in my recliner with what I was told was chronic bronchitis. In 2003, Robert Louis Stevenson started popping up everywhere. I couldn't recall mention of him more than a few times in my life.
After finding a small refrigerator magnet with one of his sayings on it in my favorite tea, I thought he was haunting me, or was trying to contact me. I felt I needed to learn about him, and see what happened then, so I went on line and found his writing, poetry, and biography. What I learned, I felt was amazing.
I've always felt a pull to Scotland, and dreamed of going there—He was born in Scotland. I called myself as a Gypsy, although my life was stationary, I had a strong wanderlust—He spent a lot of time traveling, trying to find an area better suited to his health. He'd been ill his whole life with a lung disease, and had spent much time in bed as a child. I'd always been interested in law, and took college classes in law—He'd studied to be a lawyer.
I'd once had a flash of being male; I'd walked past a small mirror over a wash stand, and saw the side view of my face. It was long and narrow, and my dark hair was shoulder length. When I found one of Stevenson's books, there was a picture of him, his wife, and a Polynesian woman. The man in the picture was the image of what I'd seen in the mirror in that flash.
Stevenson died at 43, ill with the lung problem, in bed, working on what he considered his best work. When I was four, I got very upset when I couldn't go to school with my sisters, so my mother gave me a sheet of notebook paper and a pencil. I put the paper on the seat of a kitchen chair, wrote very carefully on the lines from left to right—in four year old squiggles, and as I "wrote," I told the story out loud. I can still remember the thrill I felt then.
I've thought a lot about this whole experience. To die so young, while in the middle of what you considered your best work, and suddenly find it all gone and you on the other side, had to be tough. I was born forty-four years after he died. I clearly remember a thought that "This is just one more life of many still left to live," and also remembering the lives I'd already lived. I have no idea when this thought occurred—it has no background, and I believe it was at birth. It should have faded, but didn't.
For me to be as sick as I was for so long could have triggered my soul memory of that other life when I'd gone through a similar experience, and that opened the soul memory to my conscious mind for a short time, causing me to be aware of the person I might have been before.
— Anonymous from USA
I agree with your conclusion about soul memory. Thanks for the intriguing and thought provoking story. — Kat
Flashes of a Past Life—or an Alternate Reality.
My story begins … like 5:00 a.m. or so. I finally went to sleep. Then I began—I am a boy 21 years old currently—and I was in a hospital with some kind of tubes that allowed me to breathe (easier). My mom and dad were waiting for me outside my hospital room:
— I have never seen that hospital before, nor did I have a terrifying experience with hospitals. All I know is that I hate hospitals more than ever.
— I felt very good as a 9-year-old because I was getting so much attention, and I felt myself as being cute.
— I was purely observing from outside even though I really felt, and was, that girl, not to mention the emotions I had at that time.I left the hospital, then suddenly the film stopped. After few seconds (I reckon) it reloaded again with a new scene … I still had those tubes on.
After few seconds, the film stopped again, I don't remember for how long though, then it started again with a new scene. I was going to visit someone with my mom and a woman (she seemed very rich). I probably assumed that was at a gypsy castle by the looks of it. I did not remember why, but I started running away, I was very weak and sick and I was wearing a princess white dress type. I finally found some cover, but one woman and a man found me soon after, and started throwing rocks after me to come out. I heard the man shouting afterwards that they need me alive. (I have absolutely no idea what language it was, but I could understand it pretty well.)
All the emotions were real. It felt real. I'm wondering even at this moment, why did I have such a dream, or whatever it was. I felt the pain of the illness I had, but I did not know much, because I was a little girl.
I did try somehow to change the events in the scenes I had gone through, because some of them really hurt like hell, but I did not succeed, hence I did not change any part of my experience. Maybe you could explain to me what was this?
— Alin from Romania
Thanks so much for writing! I think this was a past life memory, or possibly a glimpse into an alternative universe (where your oversoul manages several lives, maybe in different time periods, even though they're occurring at the same time—yeah, I know, it seems impossibly complicated, but only if you get hung up on the 'time' thing).
I'll move your story to the blog and hope that others will comment. — Kat
Can a Person's Spirit Incarnate into an Animal?
(edited) Today my mom found a dog. A Newfoundland. He is white with black and brown spots on his back. He is quiet and gentle and loves to be petted. I have never really liked dogs since I am a major cat lover but I feel a strong connection with this dog. My mom is thinking about keeping him because he has no collar and is a little skinny. I call him Boo Boo. He has been here for a few hours and just walks around sniffing at things. He follows me around. My mom got a weird feeling earlier and said that the dog was watching me as I walked upstairs after I talked with her. She claims that when he looks at me, she sees human eyes. Not a dog's eyes. She thinks the dog is someone. She can't tell for who, though. I actually… I just got a really bad feeling. Today I broke up with my boyfriend. He is the love of my life. Umm … He took it really sad. He is short and skinny, but he wants to be taller. The dog is huge. He wants to dye his hair black and white like me. This dog is black and white. The dog looks at me really sad as if I upset him. My ex is upset. The dog is kind of moping around. That's what my ex does when he is upset. I can't get a hold of my ex.
Could it be possible that something happened to him and he came back as the dog? I'm really scared.
— Christin from Oregon
Is it possible something happened to your ex? Sure that's possible. Possible he immediately came back as a dog? No. Not possible, in my opinion. Even if human spirits did return as animals (which I don't believe), it wouldn't happen that fast without first reflecting on the lessons learned in the life that just ended. Don't you agree? I think you're reading too much into the dog. Most of the dog's actions are normal things that dogs do. — Kat
Past Life Memory. Future Life Vision. A Child's Viewpoint.
I know that it's possible to see our past life, to me happen something different, I can see my future in this life time on earth since I'm little, and I can see as well my future life, the one after this present life.
— Bajah from World
I love hearing from little friends! Life has not yet diluted memory. Thank you for writing. — Kat
Flashes from the Past - Past Life Memories
I have always felt that I had a past life. That this isn't my first time around. Around 6 months to a year ago (age 22-23) I had this vision. I call it a vision as I wasn't asleep. I was in bed laying with my eyes closed trying to fall asleep when a flash of broken images flicked through my mind. It felt so different compared to a dream. It was back in a time where people rode horses. I was a girl. Long dress. I was standing in a valley. There were huge cliffs to the side. Yellow dirt, green grass. There were young men on horses. I think they were soldiers. Some were allies and some were enemies. I remember an element of fear. Then a few months ago I was meditating (during yoga) and the vision came back. This isn't something that I'm trying to think of or imagine or anything; it just flashed back into my head out of no where. Same area with soldiers. I think I may be very close, maybe even family or in a relationship, with at least one of the soldiers. Then it flashed to me running up a dirt road to a old shack looking house. Inside was a woman. A fire burning and animal fur. Now I think there were more details but I didn't write anything down straight away. I have no idea what time period this is; I'm guessing 1800 or 1700 or something. I don't know what country I am in either. I think this war or what ever it is … I think it's how I died. Any help would be very much appreciated as I don't know what to make of all this.
— Sarah from Australia
I've found that the time just before sleep, purposeful meditation, and past life regression techniques, do work best to recall these memories. Your experiences seem typical. I too was introduced to a past life memory in unspectacular surroundings, alone, doing ordinary things. The more you practice, the more you'll see. If doubt makes you wonder if you're seeing a past life or exercising your imagination, try to change the event. Imagination can be changed, a past life memory can not. — Kat
Space Traveler - Past Life Memory?
Well I've had a wealth of impossible experiences, memories, dreams and panoramic visions, some wonderful, most devastating.
When I was about three years old my mother woke me up and told me it was morning. I got up, walked to the living (room) and saw to my delight that all the windows were blacked out by darkness. My heart fluttered with joy, for in that moment I was convinced we were in a ship in space headed home. There is no sunrise in space, no bright sunny mornings, only arbitrary ship time. How I knew this at such a young age still mystifies me. I was so happy, so relieved, I remember thinking, "It's over. We're finally going home." Moments later I realized I was mistaken. I was crushed and I also realized in that moment I must keep all such feelings, memories, to myself—that normal people would never understand much less accept me as 'okay' to be around. This is just one event. There were many more to follow and no doubt there will be more to come.
— Ray in North Carolina
Farmer's Field - Vision of the Past?
I was just three or four when I experienced something that remains as hauntingly clear in my memory sixty years later as it was at the time it happened. I can only guess at what it was all about, but I've always felt it had great significance to me.
As I skipped happily down the lane that cut across our farm to a neighboring farm, stopping to watch a beetle scurry along in the dust of the road, or the honey bees busily gathering pollen from flowering weeds along the way, my mother walked slowly behind me, my baby brother on her hip.
Suddenly, I found myself in the air, looking down at a small house with a slanted roof covered with all sorts of things (as I grew up I began to recognize many of the things I'd seen there. Among them were pieces of leather horse gear—I remember the big U-shaped collar plow horses wore—pieces of broken furniture, barbed wire, farming implements and a lot of other junk). Not far from the house was a small shed with the same sloping roof, and it too was covered in an assortment of junk.
Just inside the open door of the house an incredibly old woman lay in a filthy bed. A long braid of yellowing hair hung over the side of the bed like a frayed and forgotten old rope. The woman was reaching toward the door, her hand claw-like, her arm sticking out of the encrusted sleeve of her nightgown skeletal. Garbled moans rose and fell from her sunken lips.
A man and woman stood outside the doorway, and off to one side. Her dress touched the ground, her hair was pulled tightly back in a bun. His pants were dark and baggy, held up by suspenders, his shirt was baggy too. They stood silently, faces set, and stern. Chickens pecked in the packed dirt around the yard.
I asked my mother why she and Daddy had let that old woman die. Of course she didn't have any idea what I was talking about. But because I'd been so agitated and upset after my experience, and bothering Mom with it the rest of the day, when my father came home that evening, he took back down the lane, showing me there were no houses anywhere along the way.
I was ten when Dad plowed the field at the side of the lane for the first time. At the far end of the field, tucked back in the tall pines at the base of the hill, was a small shed, just like the one I'd "seen" so many years earlier. It was very old and falling down. On the other side of the lane were also remnants of very old buildings.
As we walked behind the plow, picking up rocks, we also picked up pieces of rusted to nearly nothing parts of cook ware, melted glass in many colors, and I picked up a pink cupid cameo. I have no idea what it was made from—bone, ivory? It was slightly curved, oval, and the cupid had been carved on it. There was no metal, so I don't know if it had been a necklace, brooch, or …? When I picked it up, I felt like I'd found something dear to me that I'd lost.
— Wilma in Oregon
Another Place and Time - Memory of Past Life?
The very first dream I had that I believe to be a past life memory, I was four years old.
At first it was dark all around me, I couldn't see anything. Then, two large wooden doors in front of me slowly began to open and the bright rays of the midday sun shone upon me. I could hear screaming, shouting, and cheering. In chains, I was brought to the center of an arena, (which I found out later in my life was the Roman Coliseum) I was unchained and given a spear and a shield. I looked down at myself. I was wearing gold plated armor and some kind of red cloth. Yes, I was a guy, and obviously a gladiator.
I looked in front of me and on the other side of the arena a large gate was opening. Out came three tigers and two lions. They glared at me with hungry eyes as if they hadn't eaten in weeks. I froze with fear. I couldn't think, couldn't run, all I could do was stare. Suddenly, one of the lions pounced. I dropped my spear while attempting to regain thought and it was too late to try and pick it up. I held my shield up in time to avoid being immediately killed, but was clawed on the left side of my face. The lion backed off and I lowered my shield to check the gaping wound on the side of my face, only to see another lion ready to pounce. This time I was not quick enough with my shield. The lion grabbed hold of me and began to tear me apart as if I were a piece of paper. Just then the lions and tigers were distracted. I looked up to the highest point in the arena, where the Roman emperor sat. Through my blurred vision and the sweat and blood pouring down my face, I could just barely make out a thumbs down signal from the emperor and the crowd began to roar. The lions and tigers were once again released and I was killed.
I awoke suddenly, because I was very frightened and didn't understand any of it. As I looked around my room, a vision of a tiger appeared, it looked at me then slowly disappeared. Now, once a year around October I get the same dream.
— Shannon in Arizona
Another Place and Time - Memory of Past Life?
The dreams began when I was about 13, they are very difficult for me to explain. I was no longer myself, I was male, and I saw out of his eyes, but the age was about the same. It was not in this reality, not this planet, the soil was red, crimson, almost the color of blood.
I was climbing up a cliffside, pulling myself up with rock outcroppings and exposed roots. Every now and then I would put my hand down and help another boy below me. I knew I was under time constraints, and I wasn't really suppose to be helping him at all. This was the last phase of a test, but I was afraid he was going to fall and kill himself. I was very near the top when a horse looked over the edge, it was young, no more than a foal, its eyes where completely golden, metallic, no pupils, nothing. It spoke to me, telling me to hurry, that I was nearly to the top.
That was the last thing I remember. I woke up. Up until I was about 27, I had dreams of this place, and saw out of this persons eyes. I can tell you what my grandparent's house looked like, what I did for a living, what my house looked like. The last dream some great disaster happened, I didn't see him dying, but that was the last dream I had, through his eyes. I still dream about the place from time to time, but it's not the same.
— Kim in Delaware
Medicine Man - Memory of Past Life
The time was the early 1940s, the place was the Andaman Islands. I was the medicine man of the tribe. My duties as medicine man were not to administer medicine but to pray to God to rid the ailing person of the disease. I was very short (about 4 1/2 feet tall) and very black. My wife, having a much lighter skin and much taller, was a survivor of a ship wreck off the Andaman Islands. She was originally a dancer from Sri Lanka.
We loved each other intensely to the point where our love came first and foremost. One day a deadly fever hit the tribe. I did my best to pray to God, but to do so, I had to open my heart completely to Him. My wife was so much on my mind that I could not pray. I sent her away into the tribe to help the people administer medicines to the sick. This, I hoped, would clear my mind enough to pray. It did not.
My wife, along with 43 others from the tribe became ill and died. All of the children of the tribe were lost to this fever. I cried over my dying wife's body saying (in Andamanese) that I had to love my God more. It was too late. The damage was done. One of the tribe members, who had lost several members of his family, cut off my head and placed it on a wooden stake and my body was thrown in the bushes. After a time, my head was removed from the stake and hung in a tree as a reminder to the people and the next medicine man.
— Pat in Alberta, Canada
WWII Bombing - Memory of Past Life
I have a memory since I can remember, being 5 years old and asking my mom, "Remember the time we were in the car and the bombs were going off." Of course my mom said I was imagining things, however, this one memory I have clear as if it happened yesterday was of me in the back seat with two sisters (I have only one today) and mom and dad in the front (they weren't the parents I have today) and bombs were going off. I was playing and sitting up to look as they put their hands on my head and said to please keep down. I was wearing a wool coat which was damp and itching me terribly. Mom opened the car door to throw up. I heard awful moans and screams and crying. I looked out the door to the ground and saw all bricks for a street. I then asked, "Who is doing this to us?" and dad and mom said, "The Americans were coming to save us." I could not understand if it was the Americans saving us, why were they bombing us. They tried to explain to me that they did not know we were here.
I said, "But if they kill us, they are not saving us." I know now the bigger scale was saving the country and not me personally, but I was a child then. When I looked out of the windshield, I saw huge, massive brick buildings that seemed to be industrial. Throughout my life with these few clues I tried to piece together this scene and the only thing I could come up with was that I was a Russian and was invaded by Germans in W.W.II in an industrial city which was a key factor in the war.
I later in life had a dream that I was captured and taken to a place where a medical experiment was done on me, that I was to swallow this blue-tinged milk and then change to get ready for an x-ray of some sort. I did drink the milk, but when I was put in a room, others said to me that the milk was really radioactive milk and I would die soon. I was then put in a shower, and gas entered. My breath was taken away. I put my lips to cracks in the walls to breath but to no avail, then I put my head in a toilet, in the water, to try to escape this awful breathlessness, but my dream fades there, where I probably succumbed at that point.
— Sue in Wisconsin
Desert City - Weird Dreams
I dreamt of a city, mostly white houses but some of them painted blue, somewhere in a desert. I was standing on a hill top and below me there was a highway with traffic going from and to the city. Some of the buildings remind me of pictures I've seen of Saloniki, Greece. Nobody told me but I simply knew that they were on a rationing system where everybody is assigned a ration factor of one to five (factor five gets five times as much) and somehow had to earn 500 points each day in order to be allowed to eat.
I felt sorry for the people who had to live here and also knew that their society was totally cruel and ruthless, for their city appeared to clean and well-kept and yet their government was systematically starving its population. Nobody told me. I just knew. I also believe that the people are prohibited from leaving the city, but I don't know whether it's to keep them under control or whether there might be something toxic about some of the vegetation all around.
Also I looked at the traffic on the highway closely and was amazed to see that they were driving in what looked like normal trucks and vans and I observed one man driving by with the window open. I also remember on my way to the city passing gigantic ruins, some of which I believe may have been landing pads. There were huge platforms and I was enraged to see them in ruins. This experience was extremely real to me, everything looked and felt so real (I could feel the heat, about 90-100 Fahrenheit).
I've had dreams where people took me to Mars and other places and the skies were filled with UFOs shining bright in all hues and colors but I've also hidden from UFOs flying in delta formation.
I've had a dream where the sun somehow had acted up and would emit a bright flash every few minutes and we were living in a cave trying not to be caught outside when there was flash (radiation).
— anonymous
Titanic - Past Life Memories
I remember more than one memory about the life I am going to tell about. I remember drawing the Titanic, I remember working on different ships, I remember being friends with Thomas Andrews, the Olympic and Titanic Designer. I remember heated arguments, I remember falling inside the ship as it split apart. I can remember making the design for the little boats I believe. I can remember working long hours. I remember what the steel smelled like. I remember the screams and terror as the ship was sinking. I remember wanting to save Tommie, but feared for my safety as he really didn't die in the smoking room. I remember loving Tommie like a brother. I remember a severe dislike for Bruce Ismay. I remember having a sense of pride when I first entered the ship, but a sense of dread.
I remember helping Tommie evacuate passengers, I remember that when I fell as it split apart, I remember that I broke my right hip and pelvis and leg and that the ship V'ed before splitting apart and thought I had a chance to outswim the ship before the stern sucked me under. I remember trying to reach an area that wasn't filled with water before I did a gag reflex and lose consciousness and die. I remember pleading, that I don't die.
I remember the guilt I had for causing all these deaths, being the man who drew the ship. I think this is what really happened with Titanic, with the men that were involved. I was approximately 40 possibly 45 when I died on Titanic.
— Anna S.
A Pattern of Service? - Past Life Memories
A dream that I had a few years ago, often has me wondering if it is just a symbolic dream or a glimpse of a past life. I saw myself as a servant girl, dressed as a Roman or Greek servant. I was an angry person, I resented being a servant and did not like my masters. I was standing in a courtyard where a water cistern was. There were aqua ducts leading to homes throughout the village. There had been a storm, and the cistern and aqua ducts had debris and fallen palm trees in them and I was expected to help clear the mess. I was angry and resented being a slave girl.
I woke up with the feeling that every life I had in the past was to serve other people and that all my future lives will be spent in the service of others. All of my jobs have been menial labor. Every time that I have aspired to go to school and learn a career, something has happened to stop me.
— E.G. from US
Where I Rest in Peace? - Past Life Memories
I have had three different dreams in which I was in three different cemeteries, none of which I have ever been to. The first one, I was standing over a grave and there were shrubs right behind the grave. I heard something and I ran. I ran down a hill and turned around and there were the dark shadows of a young boy and his dog. They just stared at me. The other one I was in a cemetery that was very flat and there was an area marked "King's Servants" and I looked down at one of the tombstones and it had the name Irina on it. The last dream I had about (mid-December 1998). I was in a cemetery that was very dark and I was standing over a grave and I wish I could remember the name that was on it! I said, "oh I am going to go visit me!" So I walked straight ahead and down two stairs. I stood over, what I guess was my own grave, but I don't remember if it had my current name on it or not. I said, "I like this life better anyway." I feel like these all have something to do with past lives, but I am not sure, and that is why I am writing this down for other people to tell me what they think.
— anonymous
A Brief Life in Siam - Past Life Memory
In this life I had an unreasonable fear of large, sharp knives and asked in meditation where that fear came from. I immediately saw myself as a small boy (4-7 years old). I wore loose-fitting clothes like pajamas belted with a sash at my waist. My garment was fine and brightly colored. My slippers were pointed or curled at the toe. I knew I lived in Siam. I ran from my house into the courtyard where I often played, just as men on horses rode onto my family's property. The first bandit rode toward me, raised his machete, then bent low to slash me. I fell to the dirt. While I lay dying, I heard the screams of my family being murdered.
I believe this is an accurate memory of an event in a former life. — Kat
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