tellydesiree
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I'm very new, as in I registered literally 5 min ago, lol. But I read the threads above thought I should share, for the very first time, a few things, this seems like a safe place so here goes.
My dating history has been interesting to say the least, in the 5 serious relationships I've had I constantly have a nagging sense that I've done this before. Not in the sense that they're the same kind of people, or have similar personalities, habits or even looks.
Let me explain, my first relationship when I was 17 was extremely volatile, he was not the nicest person but we made a quick connection and i felt this intense need to protect him even though it was clear i needed protection from him. For the two years we dated I had weekly reoccurring dreams that scared me. It's had similar ones as a child but they stopped when i was 5 or 6 but they were so real that i always remembered them well , i have a very good memory, i have recalled things from when I was 1, it surprises my family very much.
At that time I had only lived in Hawaii and had never been in snow or anything close but as soon as (i'll call him 'Sam') Sam and I started dating I started meditating at night because I suddenly could not fall asleep, a problem I've never had before, anyway a few times a week I'd fall into a very deep sleep and dream about Sam. Only it wasn't him physically, but they had the same mannerisms and he called me by the pet name only he called me but he was around the color I am now (Brown) and non dream him was very fair, I wasn't "me" either, I looked very different too, I had fair skin and very dark hair. Anyway these versions of Sam and I would be arguing in a house then in a car, there was snow all around, we were on an road with two lanes in a car from the 50's or 60's, he'd be yelling at me and I'd just sit there and cry, not speaking, he'd reach over to either grab me or hit me and the car swerved off the road, hit a pile of snow and we flipped over it and crashed into a lake, the car would fill up with water, right before the water covered my nose I'd wake up crying and gasping for air, sometimes I'd scream and my mom or dad would come into my room, one night my mom came and rocked me in her arms like when I was little, she said it had been such a long time since I'd had nightmares like that. These continued for the duration of our relationship, even when I stopped meditating. Sometimes we'd be in a house, a ranch style home, I think it was in the 60's, he didn't live there, I did, and he'd only come at night, I recall being nervous that the neighbors would see him. Other times we'd be in what I can only assume as California, we didn't care who saw us there and he wanted to move but I wouldn't for some reason, I think it was my family. The thing that started really freaking me out was that towards the end of our relationship he started yelling at me and saying verbatim what "he" had said in that car before we crashed and died. When we broke up he tried to kill himself, I spoke to his mother who I was oddly close to and she had said "get away from him, he'll end up killing you if you move here" at the time he was in Maryland and he had convinced me, then 19, to move up there, it was December and they had several blizzards, which delayed my move. I never had those dreams again. Does anyone think this is PL related? I'm not sure.
My dating history has been interesting to say the least, in the 5 serious relationships I've had I constantly have a nagging sense that I've done this before. Not in the sense that they're the same kind of people, or have similar personalities, habits or even looks.
Let me explain, my first relationship when I was 17 was extremely volatile, he was not the nicest person but we made a quick connection and i felt this intense need to protect him even though it was clear i needed protection from him. For the two years we dated I had weekly reoccurring dreams that scared me. It's had similar ones as a child but they stopped when i was 5 or 6 but they were so real that i always remembered them well , i have a very good memory, i have recalled things from when I was 1, it surprises my family very much.
At that time I had only lived in Hawaii and had never been in snow or anything close but as soon as (i'll call him 'Sam') Sam and I started dating I started meditating at night because I suddenly could not fall asleep, a problem I've never had before, anyway a few times a week I'd fall into a very deep sleep and dream about Sam. Only it wasn't him physically, but they had the same mannerisms and he called me by the pet name only he called me but he was around the color I am now (Brown) and non dream him was very fair, I wasn't "me" either, I looked very different too, I had fair skin and very dark hair. Anyway these versions of Sam and I would be arguing in a house then in a car, there was snow all around, we were on an road with two lanes in a car from the 50's or 60's, he'd be yelling at me and I'd just sit there and cry, not speaking, he'd reach over to either grab me or hit me and the car swerved off the road, hit a pile of snow and we flipped over it and crashed into a lake, the car would fill up with water, right before the water covered my nose I'd wake up crying and gasping for air, sometimes I'd scream and my mom or dad would come into my room, one night my mom came and rocked me in her arms like when I was little, she said it had been such a long time since I'd had nightmares like that. These continued for the duration of our relationship, even when I stopped meditating. Sometimes we'd be in a house, a ranch style home, I think it was in the 60's, he didn't live there, I did, and he'd only come at night, I recall being nervous that the neighbors would see him. Other times we'd be in what I can only assume as California, we didn't care who saw us there and he wanted to move but I wouldn't for some reason, I think it was my family. The thing that started really freaking me out was that towards the end of our relationship he started yelling at me and saying verbatim what "he" had said in that car before we crashed and died. When we broke up he tried to kill himself, I spoke to his mother who I was oddly close to and she had said "get away from him, he'll end up killing you if you move here" at the time he was in Maryland and he had convinced me, then 19, to move up there, it was December and they had several blizzards, which delayed my move. I never had those dreams again. Does anyone think this is PL related? I'm not sure.
