My whole life I've been interested in the supernatural and paranormal. I would read legends and research the history and science behind them, but I knew that I should remain a skeptic. I continued in my interest, but acknowledged that they were just stories. That is until I started having dreams.
They were lifelike and terrifying. I was in some distant time and place two men were in my life, however before adulthood I would die. These dreams continued until I was high school, but by that time I learned how to limit how often I had them.
My interest grew and my skepticism diminished. My sister and I went to a family friend to do past life regressions. During which I learned my dreams weren't just dreams.
During the regression I first regressed as a ghost of a child. It was terrifying and lonely to a level I hadn't ever experienced. Next I regressed as a noble girl of about 14. I was asked if I could see that life in five years. I tried to see, but the world around me began to rot. I saw one year into that life's future. The two men I had seen in all my dreams were there.
Months later, just a week after my 17th birthday I trying to sleep when my mind played on thoughts of death and the fear I had of it. I sat up, crying and wondering why I had those thoughts then. Why not at 16? I then remembered the regression all my lives I saw both in sleep and regression I died before 18.
