I read a lot of very interesting stories that people encountered on this site and I have to say each and every one of them made me have goosebumps. When I read the story of the past life childhood memories I remembered mine.
When I was 8 I started to have dreams, that is what my mam said. I only remember the really weird ones that I woke up from but the other stories I heard are all from my mother.
I had dreams that I would visit my god parents every day. They would buy me presents and play with me, but then my mom would come back, that’s what I thought though she looked nothing like my real mom. I clearly remember (I’m 13) the room I’d played with my new doll that “they” bought me because I visited their house. The room floor was ever so clean and was made of very light wood. The walls were cream and there was a mirror.
This may sound weird and made up but I remember my mother talking to me one day that we are going to visit my god parents. When she said that they miss me very much and want to see me I answered back, “but what for? I visited them last night. We played and they bought me a present, though which ones are we visiting?” My mom puzzled said, “Paula, you only have one godmother and one godfather…and you haven’t seen them for more than half of a year.” I was confused, I surely felt that I was actually with my godparents one night.
Then a year later, my mom took a nap in the middle of the day, I guess she was tired, and when she woke up it was already dark. She went to find me and she did. I was sitting alone in the dark room, in the middle of the floor, playing with my dolls. I was talking to myself. She turned on the lights and all freaked out asked me what was I doing there. I don’t remember a thing what so ever from this I answered that my godparents were playing with me and disliked my mom interrupting us all the time very much. She was freaked out so she turned the lights on in every room in the house and never let me go out of her sight.
I don’t know I that was a vision of a past life or just contact of spirits, or just me going insane, but whatever it is it freaked me and my mom because she can feel when I’m in danger, not physical danger (that’s what she said) and she said she felt a whole lot of bad energy when I was having this weird experience.
Written by Paula, Copyright 2009 TrueGhostTales.com