This dream was like seeing an oil painting of a scene set in Roman times. It was seeing a flight of gigantic stone steps leading very high toward the ceiling. At the top of these steps was a man slapping a whip. He wore white and was very evil. Below him were hundreds of white slaves; all male. You could see that torchlight was lighting the inside of this cave. Or could this have possibly been a pyramid?
I’ve had only about 3 or 4 waking visions in my life, which is surprising. They just came so out-of-the-blue. I wasn’t even really into the paranormal when I had my first vision, and I certainly didn’t believe in past lives.
My dreams (Patrick-related especially) set in the Renaissance can be found throughout this blog. (I also have a main website about that, but I'm on the fence over sharing it here).
Lady Inside A Castle...
This dream isn’t on my Patrick websites, so I’ll type it up here. This was another ‘painting’ dream, as most of my Renaissance dreams are.
It was a painting type picture/scene of a lady combing her straight brown, long hair in her room. To her left was a brown stone wall with an open window. There was no glass in this window. It was just an opening. I also think she was wearing a white gown, which had no sleeves.
That was the entire dream. Just watching a lady performing a simple everyday task.
It was a very dreary day out. Our surroundings were very drab and ugly, and our cabin was next to a lake. We were poor. I was about thirteen or fourteen years old, I suppose. My father was loading several barrels of something onto a wooden raft.
It was raining and muddy all around. I was upset and very angry that he was leaving me back there to stay in a place I loathed so much. I kept begging him to let me go with him. (He was going to come back, and wherever he was going was work-related). I was miserable.
There was an oxen nearby. My mother was standing far behind me and my sister was sort of to my side. She had dark black hair and was small. My mother had light auburn hair and had a dishtowel in her hands. The house was looming behind her.
I was very depressed in this dream. The only colors around me were drab browns and grays. On another site, someone did a few PL readings for me. One of the lives they told me about matched this one.
Reading someone did:
Very beautiful young women I see in your past life. You mentioned two past lives but I will speak of the first one.
I sense some sadness. Its images I see are amazingly similar to those I got with my friend Alexandra. I see a wooden home with fireplace in the mid USA. You were segregated from outside life. Your dad was very over protective of the family in this life. I sense that he was hiding a secret. He was in fear for his life for a misdeed that he had done. You had much resentment for him in this life and a sense of sadness due to no love. Meaning you never were allowed to get married and some feelings are left over from this. I don’t know how it is in your current life and if these feelings were passed on. But my burning sage exercise may help you if it is still a problem. Maybe not like men and don’t know why? That’s what I mean.
There is a woman named Claire and she is your mother. You and her are doing family chores together. You speak with your mother very closely. I sense a strong bond here because I see you crying on her. Oh wait I Just realized I didn’t tell you your name because they wont give me it.
Another dream:
This dream I had a very long time ago. I never wrote it down, so I can't recall all the details.
What I do remember is being with my father, outside in some field. There were covered wagons EVERYWHERE, and I think the landscape was hilly. I believe we were there day and night. We were all waiting for someone to arrive, and I remember feeling very excited for some reason. I was probably about 13 years old in this dream.
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