“Recurring Dream Or A Memory?” Tarina Rissanen learns that a recurring dream is indeed a memory
I have at last discovered that what I always wondered about is indeed a memory, not a dream.
It has been recurring since childhood. I remember being in an area so vast that it had neither walls, nor roof , nor floor. I was standing on solid footing, and in a line-up. There are people in front of me. The line up slowly progresses. As we move forward I notice there are boxes under a table that we are approaching. It is almost my turn, I see a man sitting at a table, and a woman is standing behind him on his left side, with her hand resting on his shoulder.
I walk forwards. I start to tell them that I want to be blonde and have a small chest so men don’t love me for just my boobs, they smile and look at each other and back at me, I continue. I want to be better at something, I remember feeling like i did something wrong, and saying I promise I will Blank blank blank, this time.
I asked if I could have a glimpse of myself , they spoke to each other and agreed. I look into something, what I’m not sure, but I see myself as a woman, and say she’s beautiful. My dream ends there.
I also have this accent that comes through my usual speech at times, it is not placeable. I have wondered, at this point I’m realising that It is from being someone else before. I laugh at myself, and people around me do to, it is odd sounding. This has been happening since I’ve become adult. I also want to say that I have been aware of living before and I think I will be an easy person to regress. I practise meditation, and have been for about a year now. I can’t wait to hear back from you, you distinguished man you.
I await your response, Sincerely, Tarina Rissanen
(Hi Tarina – if you read this – I sent you an email reply but it bounced back – do feel free to get in touch again, best wishes, Andrew)