I had a strange dream where I wasn't me, I was a guy, with boots, a sword and such. This was seen with a third person perspective. I didn't rightly see my face but I knew I was a guy. There was a damsel in distress and an evil being who was trying to kill her... at least thats how I'm seeing it since I remember seeing Ariel and Ursela from the little mermaid, haven't seen that show in years. The next thing I know Ursela had killed me. I didn't see or feel the point where she killed me, though I know it was from a stab.
Next thing it was raining and thundering and I was upon rocks looking up and slowly regenerating although not into the guy, but into me as I am now. I got up and started looking around and came across another body which was regenerating and I spoke to him, in my mind I noted that his name was the same as my little brother. I asked him questions to clarify his identity and then told him he was my brother, although it seemed that neither of us recognized each other as brother or sister.
So we were just walking along, seemed like the scene had changed to modern today where we went to a bus stop and we ran into someone else. I can' rightly recall how but I think he told us that he was killed and came back and it was only two hours for him. Then when our bus came, we got onto it and somehow we were flying in it to head to thailand to help folks there.
I remembering ordering one type of food and when I got it back, it turned out to be a deep fried handkerchief.
I would appreciate it if anyone could help me interprete this dream for I'm not too sure if what I saw was somewhat, in a version that I can understand, a glimpse of my past life. I'm pretty sure the handkerchief had a significant meaning as well. How it changed my life:hmmm not yet it was just last night :p You can join Unsolved Mysteries and post your own mysteries or interesting stories for the world to read and respond to Click hereScroll all the way down to read replies.Show all stories by Author: 19871 ( Click here )
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