My Previous Life

When I was four, I had a spectacular dream about my previous life. This is what happened in my dream:

I was about four or five years old and I had a family that abused me. Sometimes I would wish I did'nt have any parents, which was most of the time but sometimes I realy loved them and would have exciting times with them.

Well one day my parents were dragging me up the street that we used to live on in this life time. For some reason I was crying and frightened. I guess I had been told off or abused again. Suddenly, a door burst open and a woman appeared (who is my mother in this life). This energy started to drag me in to the doorway. I didn't want to go, my parents were holding onto my hands and trying to keep me. I didn't know what to do. The energy overwhelmed me, and the woman got me by the hand and dragged me in. I was pulled away from my parents and was crying even harder. I wished I could be with my parents, but they weren't there. They had gone away.

Suddenly my life flashed forward a few years and I realized that I was happy.

I think that was when I died in my last life.

And here's mum's thoughts..........................................

Antimorphic's turn now. (Poor kid!!!) I've just asked if I could add to this.
Eleven years ago I was in Greece with my husband and we had just made the decision to try for children. I was lying on the bed and he had just gotten in the shower. I still remember the gentle breeze blowing in through the curtains. Suddenly, I heard a child cry out as if in terror. It was in Spirit- not in the physical. I didn't understand this at the time, but it upset me greatly and I found myself asking a soul to come to me. I was saying that it didn't have to be this hard. The child did not want to come to me, and I negotiated with someone -possibly his higher self??- for him to be allowed to come to me. I promised him that even though I couldn't guarantee him a life free of pain, that I would never cause him the kind of pain he was experiencing. Somehow the decision was made. In that moment, I knew I had conceived and I asked that the child be allowed to remember so that I would know it wasn't a dream.

Well, I was indeed pregnant, and when my son was four, he said "Mommy, I had this dream...." and he told me the story he has just told you.