I was around 20 when I began to dream something a little different, a warning more than an absolute. In it I saw a group of men who were/are hell bent on killing me before I can meet my destiny. All of these men are at the very least 20 yrs older than me; there is nothing remarkable in their appearance. They are in fact all gray haired, 60ish, non-descript men who would never stick out in a crowd.

That's like the perfect camouflage, it makes them almost invisible. After I had this dream several times I knew that they were presently searching for me and they still are.

I don't know if they know each other, but they can sense me when I'm near them; I sense them as well.

The dreams of these men stopped as soon as I clearly understood the danger these men represent, yet I lacked the knowledge of how to defend myself both physically and magickally. At that age it was easy to forget that I wasn't 10 ft tall and bullet-proof. Someone, Grandfather most likely, wanted me to know well in advance that these men do indeed exist and they are constantly driven to find me and rudely disrupt my future by cutting it short.

I have to stop and say something here about how writing this stuff sometimes makes me tremble. I don't know if its because these are things most people who know me know nothing about, or I was vague in what I did tell them, not to be mysterious, but because its more difficult for me to speak what I see in my dreams. I also worry that the wrong people will read this and come looking for me in the near future.

There have been three different reactions to my telling people what I dream - fear and immediate rejection, sometimes accompanied by anger; or people are convinced I'm either crazy and/or on some serious drugs; then there's my favorite where I'm asked what I see and what I know about it before I even mention my dreams.

As a child I had almost constant problems with my tonsils, so when I was seven they removed them the day after Christmas. I remember sleeping after the surgery and I had a dream that I was a tall, strawberry blond woman with blue eyes. My hair was in long braids and I wore strange clothing. We were on my ship at sea and got caught in a terrifying storm and the crew was considering tossing me overboard to appease the jealous sea. Before they could do any such thing we were swallowed by a gigantic wave.

Sixteen years later I had already realized the time and culture I saw in the dream, it was totally Viking. What I found amazing was the fact the only thing I knew about Vikings when I was seven was "Hagar the Horrible" in the comics. This led to another revelation: the dream was actually a past life memory.

I remember waking up to see my mom sitting next to the bed and in a drugged state I told her, "I told you life was just a dream."

I have been told on several occasions that I have a very old soul even before I knew what that meant.

I had dreams of an ancient city with distinctive architecture, I was "familiar" with the places I saw, but I had never seen them in my waking life. I went to the library and followed a hunch and looked up Amsterdam and sure as shit I found pictures of historical buildings and streets and I knew I had lived there in a past life.

I started out with blond hair and it turned brown before I started school. I knew what color my hair was, yet every time I looked in the mirror I was shocked that my hair was not red. I dyed my hair when I was 16 in an effort to take out the sun streaks and it turned my hair red. It looked totally natural and no one in school noticed it was different for like 6 months. Needless to say I keep it red and am no longer shocked to see my hair in the mirror.