Now since i was 1-1/2 years old I had this dream... it was what I later found out to be a past life dream.
now I will explain the dream exactly as I see it. ( I still dream it today)
I am female, around 30 years old, i am wearing black, i have a hijab on covering my face and hair, i have gloves that did not fit me so the fingers were cut off to allow me to better grip my gem encrusted sword tightly attached to my right hip, I am left handed.
I am on a very large/tall Arabian horse his name is _____ (I here it but when I wake I cannot remember it)
as I am riding very casually in the desert. Towards a town I am not familiar with.
A band of thieves comes out, from behind a towering sand dune, to attack me. Nine men I quickly assess, the first two try and startle my horse. They quickly find out my horse is battle trained, so instead of him rearing up he kicks out and kills one with a crushing blow to the chest with his hind foot. The other is glazed by the falling man, and is knocked unconscious. Five men who saw this decided to rush me, and attack. I pull my sword as quickly as I can. Slashing one in the jugular then I turn my attention to two more who grab my horses bridle. With sword blaring i knock an oncoming sword out of range, too slow though and his sword glazes my arm. I cut one man on my right front across the face before he can get to me. As i try and get the one who cut my arm my horse rears and i rebalanced to brace myself for his powerful hind kick, two men lye dead behind him.
One man with blue eyes and white hair comes to me -i recognize him i start to tear up i know him as my heart races in pain i feel, as i know i will kill him with this next blow, two sticks and he is dead... so sareal it seems that he was just alive and now he is dead.... as i see him fall down i turn and yell at the last two, they were smart and decided to run. I am in fury now and I here blood in my ears, I rush my horse ahead and kill them .... the wind was picking up this entire time. I decide to head to an isolated place to cleanse my bloodied hands....the sands are moving- a sand storm. ____ a period of silence as i cross the desert to the ruins. It is dusk and the storm is approaching. i arrive and the winds change direction. I am relived I will have water for a little while longer. The dream starts to fade with me siting next to the fountain (it's a white fountain with roman or Greek design) and I look at my dark skin, as I am washing my hands. i hold my sword in my hands across my lap and want to not be apart of the family i come from ....
-but the family in real life i have no clue who they are and i do not know my status in that dream i know i am important that is all....
there it is...
What does that dream mean? Why do i have it so often? Why do i feel so much pain when i kill that white haired, blue eyed man? What relation does this dream have to me in the life i live now?
What place am I at, and what time?
now I will explain the dream exactly as I see it. ( I still dream it today)
I am female, around 30 years old, i am wearing black, i have a hijab on covering my face and hair, i have gloves that did not fit me so the fingers were cut off to allow me to better grip my gem encrusted sword tightly attached to my right hip, I am left handed.
I am on a very large/tall Arabian horse his name is _____ (I here it but when I wake I cannot remember it)
as I am riding very casually in the desert. Towards a town I am not familiar with.
A band of thieves comes out, from behind a towering sand dune, to attack me. Nine men I quickly assess, the first two try and startle my horse. They quickly find out my horse is battle trained, so instead of him rearing up he kicks out and kills one with a crushing blow to the chest with his hind foot. The other is glazed by the falling man, and is knocked unconscious. Five men who saw this decided to rush me, and attack. I pull my sword as quickly as I can. Slashing one in the jugular then I turn my attention to two more who grab my horses bridle. With sword blaring i knock an oncoming sword out of range, too slow though and his sword glazes my arm. I cut one man on my right front across the face before he can get to me. As i try and get the one who cut my arm my horse rears and i rebalanced to brace myself for his powerful hind kick, two men lye dead behind him.
One man with blue eyes and white hair comes to me -i recognize him i start to tear up i know him as my heart races in pain i feel, as i know i will kill him with this next blow, two sticks and he is dead... so sareal it seems that he was just alive and now he is dead.... as i see him fall down i turn and yell at the last two, they were smart and decided to run. I am in fury now and I here blood in my ears, I rush my horse ahead and kill them .... the wind was picking up this entire time. I decide to head to an isolated place to cleanse my bloodied hands....the sands are moving- a sand storm. ____ a period of silence as i cross the desert to the ruins. It is dusk and the storm is approaching. i arrive and the winds change direction. I am relived I will have water for a little while longer. The dream starts to fade with me siting next to the fountain (it's a white fountain with roman or Greek design) and I look at my dark skin, as I am washing my hands. i hold my sword in my hands across my lap and want to not be apart of the family i come from ....
-but the family in real life i have no clue who they are and i do not know my status in that dream i know i am important that is all....
there it is...
What does that dream mean? Why do i have it so often? Why do i feel so much pain when i kill that white haired, blue eyed man? What relation does this dream have to me in the life i live now?
What place am I at, and what time?