Hi,

Sometimes I have this dream. It is not repeative but it is a bit weird because it is in the same area. I am a boy, but I do not really look like myself but I am "me''. Still with me? :P

In my dreams I know certain things.

My house is big and my family is rich. My father is already grey and tends to wear a hat and has a stick. He is the bos in the house and he tends to give commands. My mother is always at home.

I know I eventually die young of the plague or some other weird desease. I still remember the dream in which I was dying. I am in my room. My room is pretty big and I have a really luxurous bed. There are servents around my deathbed. The windows cannot open however the curtains are open. The room is a bit dark. My bedroom is pretty much dark-green. I believe I was puking blood at the very end or I had marks on my skin. I am not sure though. I did feel really bad, I can still remember that from my dream.

In other dreams I am younger and I am playing in the large forest that is around the house. In my most recent dream I am playing in the forest and it is autumn. There is a white angel statue in the centre of our garden. The forest has some open spaces and the trees are not too close to each other leaving a lot of "room to play".

The house itself is pretty big, with brown stones. Not too far but not too close is a small village. The village is pretty quiet, houses are mainly made of this grey material. It is some sort of mountain or hill-a-like model with the village going upwards. I can clearly "see" the picture in my head in which there is a separation between the forest with the orange leafs where I come from and the village. I somehow remember the bakery clearly aswel, which is a bit more upwards.

What could this mean, why do I know these things? Is this like my dreamworld?

Thanks for interpretations...

ps, I forgot to say that the people have names. One of the woman in the house was "Margaret" though I am not sure if it was my mothers name. My father was definatly something with an O. It could have been John, or our family name was something like Johnson.

Wow!

This reminds me of those scenes I'd seen in tv shows where they hypnotize people and the person recalls a past life. I can't say I'm a true believer in past lives, but this dream sounds like just that---a memory of another place and time.

I am curious about something. You put "room to play" in quotes. Is this something you feel you are lacking in reality? Do you wish for more personal space? More privacy? The big house and forest suggest this as well.