Not sure whether it's a dream or past life....any ideas?
Posted: Tue Jun 21, 2011 4:08 pm
Let me first say that when I dream, it is very detailed. My friends all seem to think that what I have written below is a past life and not just a normal dream. I am not sure as to which way to go with it. Now mind you I dream from first person as if I was the one living what happens. I dreamed of this a few months back and just had it reoccur last night, exactly how it is written. So please let me know if this is just a dream or if it fact is a part of my souls history. Thank you and Blessed Be.
Siberia – 1546, December 2.
My name is Annaleeza and I’m 7 years old. I have an older sister named Tammera she is 12 years old. Our parents were killed by a monster of behemoth size, his name is Krum. Tammera and I are set on different life paths, she dabbles in the dark and studies evil, I chose to dabble in the light and I study healing. We live in Tynda with our uncle Alessander.
Skip ahead 10 years…Siberia - 1556, December 5.
I am now 17 and my sister is 22, She has gone away to live with some man who she hardly knows. I am still stuck at my uncle Alessander’s in Tynda. I have heard rumor about Krum coming back for my sister and I to finish what he had started. The adults talk as if I’m still a child and it infuriates me. I am old enough to know what truly happened those very long years ago. But nobody will tell me. I have decided to make finding out my life; I have done many hours of research on Krum, and have noticed that there is always one thing that stops him, Kindness. He is a monster born out of hatred and malice, he was raised being beaten and locked away for days and weeks at a time. He hardly eats, and when he does it is for pleasure after a kill. I feel a great sadness in my soul for this man; he knows nothing of love and compassion.
I’ve spoken with some friends who parents travel immense spans of Siberia traveling with a faire; I’m going to see if I can go with them when they come through Tynda. This way I’m able to study really well on Krum. I shouldn’t want to but I want to help him; I don’t want to hurt him like my uncle and the other adults do….
A letter just arrived for me; it’s from my sister. This is what it reads:
November 3, 1556
My darling little sister, I have heard you are growing up very well
And that you have become a lovely young lady. Keep that. I don’t
Know when I will be able to get away to see you, I have been very
Busy training someone. I won’t say who but I love this man, I am
Sure when he is well we will be wedded. I would like it if you were
Here for it. I will send away for you in the next month, please come.
Tell our uncle that I love him dearly and appreciate him raising
Us as his own. Until this spring sister, I love you.
Yours Forever,
Tammera
Interesting my sister getting married, good for her, but what does she mean by training someone? And this man she loves, is sick…it isn’t like Tammera to want someone who isn’t strong backed and weak. I pray to the angels watching over us that they are close to her. I have a terrible sense of unease settling over me something is going to happen and soon, and maybe not for the good.
I spoke with my uncle over dinner tonight about traveling with the faire; he said I could go as long as I took some armory lessons and some dueling lessons. I have a week before the faire leaves town, if I don’t make the cut uncle won’t let me go. Uncle is a sergeant in the military he is hard but kind on me. While speaking over dinner he commented on how much I look like my mother; I asked him why is that, he said it is because I have her hair, skin, eyes, and very much her temperament. He then pulled out an old photograph of my mother; but I do not see her, I see me. Dark curly hair, wild enough to be untamed by any brush or comb, settle enough to look daring, ivory skin delicate enough to be like porcline, tough enough to withstand hard hits from the whipping belt and not cry, eyes the color of the Bluest seas in the world, deep enough to fool the eye in to thinking of Sapphires, bright enough to show joy and laughter.
Skip ahead a week….1556 December, 12.
It is time for me to leave my home in Tynda with my uncle, I am going with the faire to travel and learn. Uncle said it would be good for me to get out and learn new things on my own, I passed my armory and dueling lessons with honors. I have my things packed and I am ready to leave when there is a knock at my door. I cross the room and open it and standing there is a man I do not know, yet he looks oddly familiar. He hands me a slip of paper and steps into the shadows and disappears. Out of fear I shut and lock my door, something is not right about this man I saw nothing in his dark pools for eyes. I am truly afraid. I put the slip of paper in my handbag and finish my packing. Once done I grab my bags and walk to the door unlock it and step out into the darkened hallway. I immediately stop; I can sense something is not right within this house. I have my bags still in hand but I am suddenly chilled to the bone. I walk along the hallway until I reach the stairs, everything looks normal but it isn’t. Something is wrong. I slowly walk down the stairs carrying my bags, my uncle is standing by the door waiting to see me off, and I love him very much. I hug him. He wishes to see me in one year and I must write every week. He is so much like my father, it is a wonder he is my mothers brother and not fathers.
Skip ahead one month….1557 January 12.
I have arrived in St. Petersburg to where my sister is living with this man she is supposedly going to marry. It on the outskirts of town set back on a hill; very ornate and homey looking. As the carriage pulls up to the door my sister comes out and she is nothing like I remember her. She has changed her hair color from the fair yellow of buttercups to the harsh red of a fire; she looks more like a man in a dress, her arms are more muscled, her hands calloused. She is paler than she used to be, almost sickly. Her eyes have lost the shine of life; almost like she has been broken down to nothing and built back up into this drone. She walks to the base of the steps and opens the carriage door and I climb out. Looking at her I smile and start to cry because I miss her so much, but am taken aback when she shows no emotion about me. No smile, no tears, and no I miss you’s, nothing. Just emptiness. So I grab my bags as my sister walks back up the stairs, I walk fast to catch up with her because she walks so fast now it is hard to stay with her. She still hasn’t said a word to me just walks almost aimlessly around this house and finally she stops in front of a huge double door. She opens the door and points inside, I take my bags and walk into this room; as soon as I’m in there the doors slam shut behind me and I am alone. A little scared I walk over to the bed and place my bags upon it and start unpacking. Going to the wardrobe I open it up to find men’s clothes hanging up, I walk to the dresser and open the drawers, more men’s clothing, how odd I think, and just as I start to remove the clothing I see a letter sitting on the dresser top with Annaleeza scrawled across it. I pick it up and walk back to the bed and sit down on the edge and open this letter. It reads:
Annaleeza,
Go home Anna, do not stay here, it is not safe for you. Krum
Is back, I have seen him several times, he is afraid of me, but
He is tempted by you; you look like mother, please Anna I beg
You go home to uncle have him protect you. Krum will find you
Here and will kill you. Someone is coming. Hide Anna…don’t
Let him……..
It’s almost as if she wants me here so she knows I’m okay but at the same time she thinks it isn’t safe for me. I wonder if there is something here that is related to my parent’s deaths.
Skip ahead 2 weeks – 1557 January 26.
While staying with my sister and taking daily trips into St. Petersburg I’ve met a man who I feel I can trust. I haven’t yet decided how to tell him about my past all he knows is I’m from Tynda and I’m visiting my sister for a few weeks in spring. It is imperative that I keep up my tempered identity to ensure my sister doesn’t know of my outings to gather information on the man she is living with. This mans whom I have befriended is Anatoly Kerotovich, he is 3 years my senior and very handsome looking. Dark hair, dark eyes, tall and lean. I fear I may have some feelings for him in the way of admiration. He is very kind and considerate, almost like he is trying to woo me into his arms, which I have spent many a night dreaming of since our first meeting. I have asked Anatoly if he knows anything about the man who lives at the edge of town in the large ornate house, he says he has never seen the man but a woman with red hair comes to town once a month and buys odd things from various stores, things normal people wouldn’t buy. I asked him if he had ever been inside the house and he said he wouldn’t go there because it wasn’t a safe place, says that strange things happen in that house, weird noises, people go missing if they visit them. Says it isn’t good. I fear I have to agree with Anatoly, but about the people we’ve never had visitors at the house, so I wouldn’t know. I do know there is a stairwell that is locked up and inaccessible to me.
Skip ahead 1 month – 1557 February 26.
Anatoly and I haven’t talked in about a month, he won’t return my letters, or even acknowledge me when he sees me in town, since he found out I live with the red haired woman, I tried to explain to him that she is my sister and not doing well, but he won’t have anything to do with it, or me. I have felt a pull mentally and in the pit of my stomach that Krum has come to St. Petersburg looking for me. I am being watched at every corner and every move I make is overly careful. I dare not write to my uncle in fear he may come for me and get hurt in the fight I feel is inevitable. I have been secretly training as an apprentice to one of the Mystics. I have learned how to detect Dark Ones energy and how to expel them. My sister does not know but she has some dark energy on her; I’ve been trying to expel it or them off of her for a few weeks now, it’s hard when she doesn’t know. I want to tell her so badly, but I fear I cannot. Krum has sent word to my sister that he will kill me if I do not turn up dead somewhere. I have been paying worthless vagrants to play me so I’ve been leading him on a wild goose chase.
1557 March 2
I have stolen the key to the locked stairwell, which leads to the uppermost floor. Tonight is when I plan to climb the stairs and see what is so protected. My sister would have my head if she knew what I was planning. I do intend to make Krum beg for mercy as he did my mother; I remember that very clearly as if it had happened yesterday….
Walking in from being out playing with the neighbor children,
I saw my mother bent over my father’s lifeless body, begging for
Him to come back. Begging this man towering over her, to
Bring him back, and then my mothers haunted eyes flashed over at
Me and before she could tell me, this man grabbed me, and
Made her beg not to kill me. My sister came in and detracted
Him, he loosed his grip on me just slightly and my mother dove
At him and I ducked out of the way, what I didn’t see was the
Blade he had in his hand, as my mother dove to him he stuck
The knife into her side and she fell to the floor bleeding heavily.
As I scrambled to help her, she looked at my sister and cried out
A mans name…Krum’s name. My sister just stood at the base of
The steps to go upstairs and watched in fascination as this man
Made our mother beg for him not to harm us. My sister is a coward.
Krum left promptly after killing my parents, and didn’t look back
Once. My sister stood on the base of the stairs just staring as
Our mother breathed her last breath. I didn’t just walk, I ran to
My uncle Alessander’s house, when I got there he looked me
Up and down and asked ‘what’s the matter with you child? You
Look as if you seen someone die!’ all I could do after that was
Weep. He looked at me and as I wept he comforted me the best
He could. Once I had finished my weeping, he asked what had
Happened and where my mother was because I would never go
To his house without her, and as I said the only word I saw his
Face grow ashen in color and go emotionless. The only word I
Was able to speak was Krum’s name.
Siberia – 1546, December 2.
My name is Annaleeza and I’m 7 years old. I have an older sister named Tammera she is 12 years old. Our parents were killed by a monster of behemoth size, his name is Krum. Tammera and I are set on different life paths, she dabbles in the dark and studies evil, I chose to dabble in the light and I study healing. We live in Tynda with our uncle Alessander.
Skip ahead 10 years…Siberia - 1556, December 5.
I am now 17 and my sister is 22, She has gone away to live with some man who she hardly knows. I am still stuck at my uncle Alessander’s in Tynda. I have heard rumor about Krum coming back for my sister and I to finish what he had started. The adults talk as if I’m still a child and it infuriates me. I am old enough to know what truly happened those very long years ago. But nobody will tell me. I have decided to make finding out my life; I have done many hours of research on Krum, and have noticed that there is always one thing that stops him, Kindness. He is a monster born out of hatred and malice, he was raised being beaten and locked away for days and weeks at a time. He hardly eats, and when he does it is for pleasure after a kill. I feel a great sadness in my soul for this man; he knows nothing of love and compassion.
I’ve spoken with some friends who parents travel immense spans of Siberia traveling with a faire; I’m going to see if I can go with them when they come through Tynda. This way I’m able to study really well on Krum. I shouldn’t want to but I want to help him; I don’t want to hurt him like my uncle and the other adults do….
A letter just arrived for me; it’s from my sister. This is what it reads:
November 3, 1556
My darling little sister, I have heard you are growing up very well
And that you have become a lovely young lady. Keep that. I don’t
Know when I will be able to get away to see you, I have been very
Busy training someone. I won’t say who but I love this man, I am
Sure when he is well we will be wedded. I would like it if you were
Here for it. I will send away for you in the next month, please come.
Tell our uncle that I love him dearly and appreciate him raising
Us as his own. Until this spring sister, I love you.
Yours Forever,
Tammera
Interesting my sister getting married, good for her, but what does she mean by training someone? And this man she loves, is sick…it isn’t like Tammera to want someone who isn’t strong backed and weak. I pray to the angels watching over us that they are close to her. I have a terrible sense of unease settling over me something is going to happen and soon, and maybe not for the good.
I spoke with my uncle over dinner tonight about traveling with the faire; he said I could go as long as I took some armory lessons and some dueling lessons. I have a week before the faire leaves town, if I don’t make the cut uncle won’t let me go. Uncle is a sergeant in the military he is hard but kind on me. While speaking over dinner he commented on how much I look like my mother; I asked him why is that, he said it is because I have her hair, skin, eyes, and very much her temperament. He then pulled out an old photograph of my mother; but I do not see her, I see me. Dark curly hair, wild enough to be untamed by any brush or comb, settle enough to look daring, ivory skin delicate enough to be like porcline, tough enough to withstand hard hits from the whipping belt and not cry, eyes the color of the Bluest seas in the world, deep enough to fool the eye in to thinking of Sapphires, bright enough to show joy and laughter.
Skip ahead a week….1556 December, 12.
It is time for me to leave my home in Tynda with my uncle, I am going with the faire to travel and learn. Uncle said it would be good for me to get out and learn new things on my own, I passed my armory and dueling lessons with honors. I have my things packed and I am ready to leave when there is a knock at my door. I cross the room and open it and standing there is a man I do not know, yet he looks oddly familiar. He hands me a slip of paper and steps into the shadows and disappears. Out of fear I shut and lock my door, something is not right about this man I saw nothing in his dark pools for eyes. I am truly afraid. I put the slip of paper in my handbag and finish my packing. Once done I grab my bags and walk to the door unlock it and step out into the darkened hallway. I immediately stop; I can sense something is not right within this house. I have my bags still in hand but I am suddenly chilled to the bone. I walk along the hallway until I reach the stairs, everything looks normal but it isn’t. Something is wrong. I slowly walk down the stairs carrying my bags, my uncle is standing by the door waiting to see me off, and I love him very much. I hug him. He wishes to see me in one year and I must write every week. He is so much like my father, it is a wonder he is my mothers brother and not fathers.
Skip ahead one month….1557 January 12.
I have arrived in St. Petersburg to where my sister is living with this man she is supposedly going to marry. It on the outskirts of town set back on a hill; very ornate and homey looking. As the carriage pulls up to the door my sister comes out and she is nothing like I remember her. She has changed her hair color from the fair yellow of buttercups to the harsh red of a fire; she looks more like a man in a dress, her arms are more muscled, her hands calloused. She is paler than she used to be, almost sickly. Her eyes have lost the shine of life; almost like she has been broken down to nothing and built back up into this drone. She walks to the base of the steps and opens the carriage door and I climb out. Looking at her I smile and start to cry because I miss her so much, but am taken aback when she shows no emotion about me. No smile, no tears, and no I miss you’s, nothing. Just emptiness. So I grab my bags as my sister walks back up the stairs, I walk fast to catch up with her because she walks so fast now it is hard to stay with her. She still hasn’t said a word to me just walks almost aimlessly around this house and finally she stops in front of a huge double door. She opens the door and points inside, I take my bags and walk into this room; as soon as I’m in there the doors slam shut behind me and I am alone. A little scared I walk over to the bed and place my bags upon it and start unpacking. Going to the wardrobe I open it up to find men’s clothes hanging up, I walk to the dresser and open the drawers, more men’s clothing, how odd I think, and just as I start to remove the clothing I see a letter sitting on the dresser top with Annaleeza scrawled across it. I pick it up and walk back to the bed and sit down on the edge and open this letter. It reads:
Annaleeza,
Go home Anna, do not stay here, it is not safe for you. Krum
Is back, I have seen him several times, he is afraid of me, but
He is tempted by you; you look like mother, please Anna I beg
You go home to uncle have him protect you. Krum will find you
Here and will kill you. Someone is coming. Hide Anna…don’t
Let him……..
It’s almost as if she wants me here so she knows I’m okay but at the same time she thinks it isn’t safe for me. I wonder if there is something here that is related to my parent’s deaths.
Skip ahead 2 weeks – 1557 January 26.
While staying with my sister and taking daily trips into St. Petersburg I’ve met a man who I feel I can trust. I haven’t yet decided how to tell him about my past all he knows is I’m from Tynda and I’m visiting my sister for a few weeks in spring. It is imperative that I keep up my tempered identity to ensure my sister doesn’t know of my outings to gather information on the man she is living with. This mans whom I have befriended is Anatoly Kerotovich, he is 3 years my senior and very handsome looking. Dark hair, dark eyes, tall and lean. I fear I may have some feelings for him in the way of admiration. He is very kind and considerate, almost like he is trying to woo me into his arms, which I have spent many a night dreaming of since our first meeting. I have asked Anatoly if he knows anything about the man who lives at the edge of town in the large ornate house, he says he has never seen the man but a woman with red hair comes to town once a month and buys odd things from various stores, things normal people wouldn’t buy. I asked him if he had ever been inside the house and he said he wouldn’t go there because it wasn’t a safe place, says that strange things happen in that house, weird noises, people go missing if they visit them. Says it isn’t good. I fear I have to agree with Anatoly, but about the people we’ve never had visitors at the house, so I wouldn’t know. I do know there is a stairwell that is locked up and inaccessible to me.
Skip ahead 1 month – 1557 February 26.
Anatoly and I haven’t talked in about a month, he won’t return my letters, or even acknowledge me when he sees me in town, since he found out I live with the red haired woman, I tried to explain to him that she is my sister and not doing well, but he won’t have anything to do with it, or me. I have felt a pull mentally and in the pit of my stomach that Krum has come to St. Petersburg looking for me. I am being watched at every corner and every move I make is overly careful. I dare not write to my uncle in fear he may come for me and get hurt in the fight I feel is inevitable. I have been secretly training as an apprentice to one of the Mystics. I have learned how to detect Dark Ones energy and how to expel them. My sister does not know but she has some dark energy on her; I’ve been trying to expel it or them off of her for a few weeks now, it’s hard when she doesn’t know. I want to tell her so badly, but I fear I cannot. Krum has sent word to my sister that he will kill me if I do not turn up dead somewhere. I have been paying worthless vagrants to play me so I’ve been leading him on a wild goose chase.
1557 March 2
I have stolen the key to the locked stairwell, which leads to the uppermost floor. Tonight is when I plan to climb the stairs and see what is so protected. My sister would have my head if she knew what I was planning. I do intend to make Krum beg for mercy as he did my mother; I remember that very clearly as if it had happened yesterday….
Walking in from being out playing with the neighbor children,
I saw my mother bent over my father’s lifeless body, begging for
Him to come back. Begging this man towering over her, to
Bring him back, and then my mothers haunted eyes flashed over at
Me and before she could tell me, this man grabbed me, and
Made her beg not to kill me. My sister came in and detracted
Him, he loosed his grip on me just slightly and my mother dove
At him and I ducked out of the way, what I didn’t see was the
Blade he had in his hand, as my mother dove to him he stuck
The knife into her side and she fell to the floor bleeding heavily.
As I scrambled to help her, she looked at my sister and cried out
A mans name…Krum’s name. My sister just stood at the base of
The steps to go upstairs and watched in fascination as this man
Made our mother beg for him not to harm us. My sister is a coward.
Krum left promptly after killing my parents, and didn’t look back
Once. My sister stood on the base of the stairs just staring as
Our mother breathed her last breath. I didn’t just walk, I ran to
My uncle Alessander’s house, when I got there he looked me
Up and down and asked ‘what’s the matter with you child? You
Look as if you seen someone die!’ all I could do after that was
Weep. He looked at me and as I wept he comforted me the best
He could. Once I had finished my weeping, he asked what had
Happened and where my mother was because I would never go
To his house without her, and as I said the only word I saw his
Face grow ashen in color and go emotionless. The only word I
Was able to speak was Krum’s name.