Your True Tales
November 2007 - Page 2
Past Life in Nazi Germany
by Annie
Ever since I can remember, I would have these dreams. The dream was always the same. As I would lay in my bed a child of only four or five, I would hear marching. I was terrified, as any child would be, and I would run into my parents' room. Crying, I would plead with my mom, "Make the German soldiers stop marching, please!" This continued through-out my childhood and into adulthood.
Since the dreams began, I was obsessed with the Holochaust. I read all the books I could find on the subject. And finally after years of hearing the marching and having the dreams, I realized that it had to be reincarnation. No one can be that obsessed with a subject they have no connection with unless there is an underlying reason. I still get the dreams sometimes.
In the dream I am running in the dead of night from a black car, I am wearing a 1930s- or 1940s-style dress with black high heels. As I am running from this car, I notice the ground is a wet cobblestone street. I get the feeling that I am running for my life. As I run down the street, there are people walking in the dark. I plead with them to help me. They look at me and then at the car coming after me and they turn and walk away, as if they did not want to be seen talking to me. I turn around looking at the black 1930s car. Some men get out, the lights from the car bright one my face. Then a split second later in the dream, I open my eyes. I am lying on the street, my eyes fixated on the wet street and the boots of soldiers marching. Then the dream would end.
I would continue on with normal dreams, but this was different: it did not have the feeling of a dream. It had the feeling of a memory. The sound of their marching was what I would always hear. Sometimes when I lay down in my bed I can still hear the haunting sound of the "German soldiers," marching.
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