A Past Life Told In Episode Form

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Story type: Past life
Location: Hollywood, CA
Source: Form Submission

My past life was revealed to me in my dreams. However, for some odd reason, it was told in episode form. I assumed, since it has been about a year since my last dream that that was the end of them. This is my story that I put all together:

The year was 1930 and the month was February. My name was Emily Arlingson and I was 15 years old. I happened to be a professional flapper (they were dancers that were very popular in the roaring twenties). The setting was New York City and I was getting ready for a HUGE Valentines Day Dance at a very popular club. I remember myself to be infatuated deeply with an actor who I knew was in love with me as well. His name was never revealed in my dreams but I was sure he was a part of me. I remember being very stressed out with the preparations for the big event that I was very miserable. I was too busy to see him at all. I remember having very strict directors and choreographers that I could not give my lover not one telephone call.

The next dream I had, the BIG Valentines Day event had already arrived and I remember hearing music everywhere. The sound of dancing and laughter also echoed the streets. I was walking down to the club when my lover met me. He told me that I was in for something good and that I should be aware of it.

It was time to dance and show the people what I had been practicing for a very long time (I do not know exactly how long but I just know that it was a very long time). When I was done performing I heard, the host announce that my lover had to tell me something. Therefore, he got up on stage, and, just like that, PROPOSED to me! I accepted and was extremely happy (I remember waking up with my heart racing and my cheeks, cramped from smiling too long!).

My last dream was the saddest of them all. It was a couple days before my wedding. It was at a different club and I was not performing. I was there on important business. I was to meet someone there. I remember being very sad and...I was crying. No one would notice me. They were too busy dancing and having a good time. I was not. I did not know why I was there but I knew it had something to do with my husband-to-be.

The infamous Annette Hanshaw was actually performing at this club but I did not seem to care. I was very depressed. I felt the ball forming in the middle of my throat. I just could not take it anymore and ran out of there as fast as I could. And just like that, BOOM! Darkness. Except for the music that was still playing. I could still remember the lyrics.

The stars all seem to know
That you didn't mean all those sighs
The night that you told me
Those little white lies...

That was the last of the dreams and an end to the story of my dramatic past life. When I woke up from my last dream, my face was tear stained and I could taste them in my mouth. Perhaps I could have been Emily Arlingson in the early 30s. Who knows? I could very well have been. I guess I will always wonder. But never ask...