Random People Describe Their Creepiest Past Lives Stories (21 items)

• (#10) Dreamed Of A Gettysburg Battlefield

  From Redditor /u/war-scribe:

  I knew a guy who thought all things paranormal were nonsense and laughed at the mere thought there could be truth to anything outside what was "accepted." He told me a story of his, though, that really surprised me.

  He was in his late 50s and his entire life for as long as he could remember he had a dream he was standing in a field. It was always the exact same layout, rolling hills, he could see the tree line from his vantage point. The only real landmarks were a lone tree and a wooden fence. Every time during the dream he felt as if he was a young boy and could "feel" there was a large group of me with him, seemingly behind him.

  He never told a soul, not his wife, nor his kids. One day he took his family to Gettysburg while on vacation. That exact vantage point was the Union "high water line" during the battle. It definitely disturbed him, but he still refused to consider it as being paranormal.
• (#12) You Taught Me Magic

  From a former Redditor:

  I had an experience once with the five-year-old daughter of my neighbor. Little Lily was quite intuitive and aware for a kid and we had a strange connection. When she would go on a trip with parents, she would always bring me a souvenir. I would always be able to see in my mind's eye, her buying it or deciding on what to get.

  One day, after they moved to a new house, I went upstairs to see her new attic playroom. With another friend, we watched amazed as she outlined a circle on the floor in chalk, and referred to it as her safe protected space, where nothing could harm her when she made her wishes. She proceeded to address the four directions and sat in the middle and began wishing good things for her mom and dad and baby brother.

  I just stood there astounded: she was working magic, doing magic.

  Then she turned to me, with evident frustration and said. "Don't you remember? Don't you remember teaching me?"

  The weird thing was that just a couple of weeks before, I had had a beautiful past life remembrance where I was a beloved member of a community where I taught everyone - mothers, fathers, children - to work with natural forces for their benefit, for crops, for fertility and childbirth, etc. And that was a really great, simple, humble, rich, abundant life. Good times.

  Lily's at Yale now becoming a lawyer. These openings happen and then they close.
• (#2) Memories Of A Car Crash

  From Redditor /u/SecretThought:

  I still have a very short memory of a dream, although I can't remember actually having the dream, just the dream itself. It starts with a women who my dream-self identifies as my mother screaming for my safety. I turn around from whatever I was doing on the dirt road in a busy city to see the terror on her face. Then something crashes into me. I immediately get upset about the extremely consequential accident - I had plans and strategies for this life, and now I had to start over.

  Based off of the angle of my vision in this little scene, I can guess my height and say that the dream figure was probably around 6 or 7. Also, the fact that it was a dirt road in a busy city makes me think it was India or something, although I can't say for sure what the skin tone of the mother was (it might have helped). Also, this sounds like a fatal car crash, but the road was a dirt road, which seems really weird.

  I have a slight memory or looking out of a window at a small walled courtyard, feeling some pride about it and the dozens (or maybe up to 100) people who used it, many of whom were my offspring, and smiling a goodbye blessing.

  I remember as a very small child spending a long time trying to remember why I had chosen to be born this time as a girl, since everything that I was learning about the world seemed told me that it was categorically better to be a boy instead. Oddly, I have no idea what gender I was in the two memories of death.

  I also remember thinking that it was kind of unfair to compare me with some of the other elementary school students, because I could just remember things, while they were learning them for the first time.

  I also remember trying to ask my mother about these memories, but being careful just in case she didn't believe in life before birth. She didn't, so I couldn't ask anything more detailed.
• (#13) Three Creepy Early Memories

  From Redditor /u/Lord_Fuzzy:

  I have three to share. Whenever I try to think back to my earliest memories its always in this order. Its my belief that it was how I died. First one, I'm wearing a robe-type garment like a toga and sandals. I'm covered in blood and running with everything I have. I'm carrying something close to me, possibly a child. I feel this sharp pain pass through me from behind, I look down and see something jutting threw my chest. I take three or four more steps and feel another pain, my arms drop, what I was holding is pinned to me, now I stumble and fall and everything goes black.

  The second one, I'm a passenger in either a buggy or a car. We are traveling fast, I think, this is dangerous. We take a turn onto a bridge only a section of the bridge is gone, it's storming, we try to stop, the last thing I remember is falling and a piece of wood coming straight for me.

  The third. I'm in a city surrounded by people at some sort of event, whether it's a riot, protest, or party I couldn't tell you. Shots ring out, I try to run but I can't move, a man stands over me and says you knew this was coming, and fires again. I feel like I'm falling into darkness when I feel something solid, I open my eyes to see a goat with burning horns and red eyes, it speaks the word "welcome."

  The only tie-in with my life as it is now that I can even loosely connect is my relationship with my daughter, it ties to the first one. She's young (under two) but she prefers me over everything and always wants me and only me to take her outside and run around. Like I said, it's a loose connection but I get the feeling that I've always known her, but who knows, for all I know many first-time parents go through the same thing.

  That's my story, sorry for the long post. To sum it up, I recall dying three times: once running, once riding, and once in a social setting of some kind.
• (#16) I Was Shot In The War

  From Redditor /u/heroicintent:

  A blond four-year-old boy was being towed by his mom in a red wagon. I was walking my niece of the same age. He asked her if she wanted to ride with him and his mom asked if he knew her. The boy said, "I know her very well, but I was shot in the war and I died for a long time." The mom got flustered, apologized, and said they were Christian.
• (#17) Old Mommy And Daddy Died In A Fire

  From Redditor /u/XheartXfingers:

  My younger brother used to tell us about his old mommy and old daddy, who had died in a fire...

  Sometimes when our mom would do something he didn't like, he'd claim his old mom wouldn't have done that, or when she did something he did like, he'd mention how his old mom used to do that. Usually it was out of nowhere, though, just bits of information that I can't recall.

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