My Past Life

From: D.J. Holzhueter (lilmisspogo13@netscape.net)
Story type: Past Life Experience
Location: London, England
Source: Form Submission
Date submitted: Wed Nov 21 12:35:23 2007

Often in my dreams I see one specific past life and sometimes I even daydream about it. I see someone about 20 or so years old somewhere between 1974-1975 or so, just getting into the punk movement. I had black hair with a bit of green in it and just above my shoulders. My eyes were a dark and muddy green. I had a leather jacket on with a black ripped up t-shirt underneath it and a black mesh shirt underneath that. A black and red plaid skirt and old Doc Martens joins that.

I usually sit in a back table in some pub with a few friends all smoking and drinking together. I usually am with two boys and a girl five years older than me. We look out the window and comment on how the world is changing. At the end of one discussion, the older boy with a red mohawk scratches the anarchy symbol into the table with a penknife.

I believe I died of overdose on heroin as there is usually a needle in my dream. I have a Manchester accent that is very thick and often feel as though this wasn't what my parents planned. I know I'm rebellious and that's great because everyone around me is.