Ballet dancing. Dancing anywhere I want to. I can feel my muscles lift me and I can leap as high as I want and I feel light as a feather. The music is always beautiful, familiar, and uplifting. The best part is feeling the ability to express everything in dance. I have had that dreams or dreams like it since I was about 15. On the other side of the issue, years ago I had a nightmare that frightened me. I would have to escape in an unfamiliar car and it would be pitch black outside and I couldn’t get the lights to turn on. It was a harrowing drive.

That would be the dream where I am crowned “Miss Nude Universe” and win a billion bucks, a Lear Jet and mansions on Lake Geneva & Lake Como. The question was ‘favorite’ dream, right?

Well, like Ms. Bergen I am flying, but we differ in that I decide to “show off” and fly a bit higher and lose control and begin a terrifying descent. I always wake-up before I hit the ground, but just barely.

I had a re-occurring dream starting when I was 7 years old. I had it again when I was 14 and then 21 the last time was when I was 34. Before I tell you the dream I want to tell you the following. (I think I’ve told this before) I was in the 2nd grade. I had never studied European History. I had never read any books about Europe. I had never seen any photos of Europe or seen any buildings like the ones in my dream We didn’t have televisions yet. My dream begins in a basement looking out (side walk level window) onto. the street. I’m aware I’m an adult woman. I hear loud noises and see men in uniforms fighting in the street. I see a Canon being pushed down the street and hear the roar as it is set to fire. The cannon ball hits the Building I’m in and throws me out onto the street. I’m injured on the left side of my body. The tall buildings are made of gray stone and built on cross streets. (in my waking hours I had never seen buildings like this before.) The second time I had the dream I realized it was taking place during the 1st World War in Europe The third time I had the dream it was the same but with added information. I realized I was a Nurse in the Army. The people I was with spoke English but I heard other language but didn’t know what it was. The fourth and last time I had the dream I remember being put onto a big ship and traveling to America. (I was badly injured) Later I had a past Life Reading by a Psychic and realized these dreams I had been having all my life were memories of a Past Life. When I was a child they were such a mystery to me. I had no point of reference. I never told my parents about the dreams. After I was married to my second husband I told him about the dreams. When I had my Past Life reading I saw the same things (as in the dreams) except it continued with my life back in the States. It was a mind boggling experience. A relief to finally understand why I kept having the same dream for so many years.

Hi, Dona. I believe dreams can be predictive, perhaps supernatural. My late mother always told us that she had a dream her entire adult life that she was in some kind of alley and kept seeing all kinds of coins. There was so much of it that she couldn’t pick it all up, it just kept coming in. Now that I think of it, she used to love to go to Las Vegas and often sat in this one back brick corner that looked like an alley. She hit the jackpot for $1,000 or whatever a couple times, and I feel that was what she was seeing in her dream.

In the late 70s, I started have a recurring dream. Advised to write it down so that I’d know if I was indeed dreaming it over and over again, or merely many times in the same period of sleep, it turned out to be an almost nightly dream, and virtually exact. Not unknown to me, it was in an area off Copley Square in Boston - not unlike some of the Huntington areas, too. The street I would find myself on had non-descript tall buildings along it, right up to the broad sidewalks on both sides. I had left the square, and was moving westward on the north side. At the end of a long block, I came to a cross street, with a lovely young tree on the curb-side encased in tall, black wrought iron fencing; quite smart looking; not unusual. However, as I glanced off to the right, good gravy the entire area had been cleared for some obvious urban renewal, but about 4 streets over to the north, running east-west, were rows of shabby, homes; obviously a very poor neighborhood. It was also leveled to that point that the streets to my immediate right, and westward were already cleared of structures. In my dream, I always stood by that tree, looking at that area with no little amount of angst, yet noticed no one else on either side of the street behind me, on which I had walked to approach that intersection. In fact, I feared going into that “area.” Amazingly, at the time of my recurring dream, I attended a national builders’ conference, and at one of the banquets speakers’ was a “dream interpretor.” (My invitation was because I had been a speaker for the association and knew the chiarman.) After a fascinating presentation, and an excercise he gave to us that revealed a knee-jerk reaction I had to someone in my life, we met and chatted with others. At some point I had the opportunity to invite him to an event that coming month. It was at the latter that I brought up my still-recurring dream. He was virtually dumb-struck, and told me that I was contemplating a vast change in my life, and the renewal area was both fearsome, and significantly “renewing,” but the tree was a prime clue—life, unreachable, yet enclosed in something I appreciated (black, wrought iron). At that point, I was the one who was dumb-struck. That prior 2 years, with every ounce of energy I could muster, I was trying to avoid obtaining a divorce with 5 children! Little needs to be explained further.