posted January 28, 2006 07:24 PM         

I was at a bar of some kind. A small local band was playing and for some reason people were inadvertently switching bodies with other people. Everyone was confused and it was pretty chaotic. I don't even think it was current times because it seemed far more like the 1980's than anything else. I found myself in the body of a girl and I looked in the mirror to see what I looked like. I screamed because I looked like friggin' Tiffany - that redheaded teen singer from back then and my hair was permed and HUGE in a very mallkid sort of way.

I grabbed her friend's pick and started picking through it because a lof of it was so matted and kinked up. I was horrified. and I kept saying "I look like TIFFANY. UGH! TIFFALY! This is NOT FAIR! Okay the body is good but DAMN!"

Next thing I know I switch bodies again and I look in a mirror on the bar wall and I look like Angelina jolie. THEN I was like 'OHHHHHHHHHHH YEAH BABY! That's good stuff!! YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" I looked closer and was like "Hrmm I didn't know Angelina had dry skin. Oh well - who cares! I look like Angelina! I rock!"

I went to the stage with the little local band playing which was an odd mix of Clear Static and my exexex boyfriends dumb bands. I started flirting with all of them and every single one was falling over themselves to talk to me. That was fantastic. They were done with their gig and we all went outside to enjoy the evening.

I think I slept with all of them. Then I went home in the morning and I lived with a man who was some chief of this village we lived in suddenly. It was a small but thriving community built on the cliffs right by the sea. It was LOVELY though hard to describe. All the buildings were stone and there were plants everywhere hanging - very lush - very beautiful. My husband got angry I had been out all night again and went to find who I was with and I laughed it off because this always happened.

I picked out a new outfit which was red and black leather and I sat down a moment to look out over the horizon. I was with another man I knew and his wife and they were discussing other things and I looked down at the houses and streets below me and everyone was busy with their every day lives. However, I notices the waters of the ocean had grown very dark. and the waves choppy. I tried to tell the people next to me but they were too engrossed with other things.

I noticed in the distance ships were coming. They were the massive old war ships with huge white sales and canons coming out of the sides. I thought "Oh no they are coming to rescue us and take us back."

It was then that the story of the town became clearer because I suddenly knew that many many generations ago we had been shipwrecked there but instead of dying off we had flourished and, frankly, now we didn't want to be rescued or found or returned anywhere. I also just *knew* somehow that these ships were coming in the guise of goodwill but that we would be little more than slaves if we were brought back and that they would loot whatever they wanted while they were here.

I got up and ran down a level of the city and eventually I got some people to notice the ships I was talking about but by then it was too late and there were already soldiers on the shore in silver medieval type armor.

Next thing I know I'm not Angelina anymore but I'm off to the sideskirts of the town. I'm a very small priestess dressed in a white flowing gown. I am on a stone walkway with stone walls on either side that still over look the sea. I just came from the temple and I am fighting off an armored soldier who has a horse, a lance and a long shotgun. We are in close quarters so it's hard for him to get the gun in front of him to shoot me because I keep pushing it away. I'm so angry they would descecrate the temple and just desperate to stop it somehow. I could hear the screams from the city because people were being slaughtered if they didn't submit immediately. Next thing I know I am a priestess behind the other priestess and I'm a little older. I'm also about 6 months pregnant with what I believe is Poseidon's baby. I have my hands on my belly and there is a lot of activity in there. I stop the small priestess from fighting and convince her to go willingly along with the soldiers and a woman that came along with the enemy. The woman was very stern looking and obviously looked down on me for being pregnant and not being married. She didn't believe a word about it being a God's child. I kept telling her to please not hurt me and to not hurt my baby.

Before we reached the ships there was a disturbance and most of the guards left us. We took that cue to run and we found a house they had already searched to hide in. We were happy to find several other townspeople there - Angelina being one of them. We waited for the invaders to leave - though we wanted to save everyone that was being taken we knew that was impossible so we were in survival mode. The invaders were burning things and at one point a bookshelf of books came crashing down out of a window and landed on a young boy - about 12 years old. He was bleeding from his forehead and dead.

Next thing I know it's several years later and we are still there. The women had many babies and there were so many children ranging from infants to 10 years old because we wanted to repopulate our city. I was going through the room smiling at them and looking at their faces to see if I could recognize their mothers and fathers in their faces since there were so few adults to choose from.

posted January 29, 2006 02:15 PM         

In the one with Hunter I was carrying him and running inland to Gibraltar. There were two barrier islands between us and the ocean but they were low-lying and narrow and I knew the wave would make it right over them (and kill everyone that inhabited them and the people there didn't have time to make it to safety really). Gibraltar was on the mainland and higher elevation and there was a woman there that I knew would take us in. We had to walk over huge tree trunks that lay over a chasm but we did and though the water did reach us it didn't get so deep that we couldn't survive it.

posted February 03, 2006 01:28 PM         

The first part, at the bar, could suggest issues concerning your identity - likes, dislikes, confusion, etc. When I think 'Angelina' I think strong - do you need more strength/confidence?

The next part could combine some past-life experiences with certain patterns/energies in your life currently. I get the feeling that Vin was the "chief of the village" in that life. Maybe this could explain some of the dynamics between the two of you, as well as some of his personality aspects, such as attitude, ego, and control? The ocean waters, while perhaps being part of a memory, could also reflect growing emotional distress in the present (dark waters, choppy waves).

The rest of the dream truly smacks of past life events, and probably illustrates other patterns/energies which exist in your life now.

I would love to know more about this past life. It feels like, with a little more information, we could open some history book and find these memories within the pages.

Fascinating, as per usual.

The second dream, from 1/29, appears to reflect yet another trip into another past life. To me, it appears that the tidal waves from that experience (which were probably quite real) tie into the emotional tidal waves you are experiencing now.

Could this be so?

posted February 03, 2006 09:35 PM         

Absofuckinglutely! Yes. Now that you put it like that especially when I had the dream I was really angry at myself for not being stronger about things.

**The next part could combine some past-life experiences with certain patterns/energies in your life currently. I get the feeling that Vin was the "chief of the village" in that life. Maybe this could explain some of the dynamics between the two of you, as well as some of his personality aspects, such as attitude, ego, and control?**

That's interesting. I haven't put a whole lot of thought into his past lives because he's just so disconnected from anything at all spiritual I figured it was a wasted effort on my part. It's certainly possible - when I had the dream I did associate Vin with that guy, btw.

**The rest of the dream truly smacks of past life events, and probably illustrates other patterns/energies which exist in your life now.**

I thought so too!!

**I would love to know more about this past life.**

I would too I don't know which one I was, though, after switching around from body to body so much in one dream!!

**The second dream, from 1/29, appears to reflect yet another trip into another past life. To me, it appears that the tidal waves from that experience (which were probably quite real) tie into the emotional tidal waves you are experiencing now.**

I looked up Gibraltar to see where the heck it is and what the landscape is like. I thought that was interesting to see after my dream. Well i guess emotional turmoil can be good for dreams in my case Though the past 4 nights I've barely remembered a thing!

posted February 04, 2006 04:46 AM         

Maybe you don't need to remember. Sounds like you could use a break.