posted on Feb, 27 2013 @ 09:35 PM
I once had a dream that I was a wanderer in a Medieval-like area. I believe I may have been a poor thief, and I had a friend with me. This friend I
felt a strong attachment to in the dream, but he was not based on anyone I know from my waking life (I keep dream journals normally, so it wasn't too
hard to recall how he acted). Me and him went into a soup shop, got some soup, laughed and joked, and ended up ditching with a free meal. We were
actually planning to leave the town, according to him, couple days in advance, and today was the day. So as we started wandering off, we encountered
these armed soldiers who questioned us about where we heading off to. We eventually found out that these guys were barbarians or whatnot, and they had
come here to kill everyone in that town, and they ended up killing us, before I woke.
I had this dream for a whole week, then one day it stopped. By the end of the week, I had been very depressed and I felt like I had lost a very dear
friend to me, because the soup shop felt so real. The conversations we had felt like actual conversations and I remember what we talked about, and I
remember how he looked (he was a ginger, and I don't really have any friends who are gingers so he stood out in my mind). I never had that dream
again, but it had put this notion into my mind that there was a higher realm that our minds extracted experiences from, and this dream is an
experience of another life. So in that way, that changed how I saw reincarnation and the afterlife. It was a very deep dream, and he remains a very
dear friend to me.