Ok I have to start by saying that I'm not an 'airy fairy' sort of a person and I would call myself a sceptic.... For those of you that are
interested my star sign is Aries. I Did Art to foundation level and then went into Mental Health Nursing and I remained in mental health nursing
until I had my little girl in my late 30's..
However I do believe in past lives and I do believe I have dreamt of two of mine
Ok so here goes....
I'm dressed in brown, it feels like Edwardian era clothes, I have a small bustle and very slightly puffed sleeves. My hair is piled up on top of my
head and I have a small black hat thing on.
I'm in an eastern European town but I'm English. I know I've been sent here to recover and I know I have consumption. Its not a hot place, in
fact it feels chilly and misty, but its early in the morning.
I'm going to a market, the market is in a square to my left (I have been somewhere else before leaving home and coming here but I cant remember
where) and I head to the top left of the market square, I pass 2 stalls until I reach a stall that sells glass stuff, the stall sells vases and all
sorts of stuff made from glass and some clay. I am here to pick up a particular item, I nod to the stall holder and indicate a medium sized glass
vase in a mid blue, he nods and wraps it in blue and white stripped paper and then brown paper.... He knows and I know that I've bought the vase for
'THE ARTISTS' , they/ he had pre-ordered the item, I hand some money over and clutching the brown paper parcel i head towards a bridge.
Its very early in the morning and the bridge is lit with gas lights, to my right I can see the river and across the river tall houses three storeys
high with basements joining the brick that faces the river, to the left I can see the market behind me and the bridge ahead. Across the bridge to the
left there are 3/4 buildings, the corner building is a kind of junk shop, or it looks like that to me, its all second hand stuff and there is an
ostrich feather and a wardrobe amongst other things in the window.
As I cross the bridge lit with gas lamps I pass 3 people on my right, one is a gentleman in a tall hat and the other two are ladies with parasols in
light coloured dresses. I feel rather drab in my brown dress but as I pass the 'gentleman' i hear him pontificate about the town and its virtues to
the ladies, I feel a bit pissed of and pull my parcel close to my chest and I'm thinking that 'THE ARTISTS have been here for ages' and I feel
quite cross that this twat in a hat with his two simpering women are here at all.
I hurry across the bridge and cross to my left, before the shop with the ostrich feathers and wardrobe there is another shop, it has dark blue velvet
in the window (which is on the right of the door and the left of the ostrich feather shop) on a small podium swashed in velvet in the window is a
glass bottle. I push open the door and a bell rings above my head. To my right is a tall dark wood counter and I know I'm in an 'appocrathy's'.
I go to the counter and wait.... to my left is an open doorway with stuff hanging down, not beads and not plastic, maybe knotted twine? Anyway a man
pops his head through and nods to me, he knows me and knows what Im there for. Seconds later he reappears and passes a small vial to me (he is
wearing a black and white stripped shirt and his sleeves are rolled up), I take the vial and pocket it in my skirts. I pass him some coins and i know
that this is laudanum. I leave the 'chemist/apocryphally' and head across diagonally so I'm walking towards the buildings that where in front and
right when I crossed the bridge. The bridge is now behind me to the right (over my right shoulder). The market is behind me across the river over my
I have a key to the house in front of me but it is just a key to the front door and a room that I rent. I turn the key and go in. Its darker in here
and to the left of me are the rooms of my land lady, the door to the left of me is slightly ajar and there is a canary in a cage in that room. Ahead
of me are some stairs and I walk up them clutching my package. Im worried about disturbing the landlady, she doesnt like 'certain types' (certain
types in her world include bohemians) and I worry that I might be a 'certain type'
I walk up the stairs quietly so as not to disturb the landlady and turn left and left again (so back onto myself, stairs are now on my left), to the
right of me is a door and that is my door, i put the key in, turn it and enter my room.
Straight ahead of me is a bed, I pop the package on the bed, there's a wardrobe right ahead to the right of me and to the left is a window, beneath
the window is a writing desk, a wash stand is to my immediate right behind the door.
I walk to the desk and put the small vial of Laudanum on the desk (right hand side) and I sit down. I rest for a minuet or two and pick up a pen from
the ink well, I can see across the rive from my window and as I flatten the paper in front of me I see a figure crossing the square and i start to
smile... I know this figure dressed in black renascence clothing is my brother. I glance at the laudanum and pop it in the draw. I feel very very
happy now, my brother is dashing across the square towards my room and I love him very much. He is a waste of space and father disapproves of him
terribly but I love him. I laugh as he runs towards my room wiping his black curly hair from his face. He bounds towards my door and I start to
panic, the old lady that rents me the room is very disapproving and my brother is exactly the 'type' she dislikes, added to which I am a single lady
and it isnt appropriate for a young man to be visiting my rooms! So I jump up and meet him at the top of my stairs.
My brother is breathless and laughing which makes me laugh, he tells me that I am too serious and that I need to get out more, he marches into my room
and I quickly shut the door behind him (Im very worried about the landlady and acutely aware of the laudanum in my draw) he yabbers on a bit about
some nonsense before grabbing my hand and dragging me back out down the stairs.
We cross diagonally right towards a building to the left of the apothecary's which has some tables set outside and serves as a cafe. We walk into
the cafe (bar on our right) and down some steps into a back room. I have a seat facing back out so the wall is on my left, brother is in front and
the doorway out is up some steps and behind him. To my right is an old lady, she is wearing a huge hat and multiple bead necklaces which she is
fingering incessantly. I glance at her and back at my brother... He is yebbering on about THE POETS, I know that my brother is somehow connected to
THE ARTISTS and THE POETS and I also know that no matter how much I love him he is never going to amount to anything, I know Im dying of
TB/consumption and I glance again at the old woman fiddling with her beads, a man in an apron comes to take our order, I cant remember what I order,
Im lost in thought now looking at the old lady in her fine hat and beads and thinking what an interesting l life she might of led....
The first dream that I am positive is a past life recollection ends there.