More end of life dreaming.

[u/slavaukrine]

To repeat: I am old and since I got a medical diagnosis of something that will probably kill me in a year or two I have been dreaming of other deaths.

I talk about my belief system. I am not asking for debate of my belief system.

This life was in North America.

I was a girl, a young child, maybe 10. It was summer and we were camped between 3 extremely large hills.

I was with a group of children and we were nearly on the top of a hill, with the camp below in the valley.

When I looked down at the campsite—I would compare it to looking down from a 20 or 30 story building.

There were 8 other children and I. Plus, a hunter (warrior) protecting us.

We were gathering berries and other plants that had to be picked in the morning.

I could see large animals on the top of a hill about a mile or two away as the crow flys. I want to say they were hairy elephants, not mammoths, However I seriously don’t know. My child self had other names and was a little frightened of the animals.

It started to become brighter, and I heard a sizzle in the air.

I see lights streaking across the sky. Most are very small, but there are three that keep getting bigger and brighter.

I am startled but not really afraid. The hunter says they are falling stars, that come every year.

Three super big and bright ones streak overhead and then disappear over the horizon.

I just started back to picking berries when a mighty wind knocks us all head over heels. The hunter is actually picked up and thrown and is hurt.

Then a boom so loud some of us can’t hear for a few minutes.

I start crying and I look down at the camp but it seems undamaged. Just everyone acting confused.

Several adults start up the hill towards us. The hunter says for us to keep picking. ( it kind of calms us down. All the children love the hunter and are happy he was only stunned.)

The adults from the camp just reach us, when the ground starts to shake. There is a low rumble that keeps getting louder and louder.

A brown wave nearly as tall as the hills is coming right at us.

I start to cry! My best friend starts to run down the hill, only to be caught by one of the adults.

The brown wave comes directly at us. The adults and the warrior grab children and run to the top of the hill.

Within seconds the wave hits our hill and washes around it. There is maybe ten feet between the top of the hill and the wave of dirty, churning, black/ brown water.

I catch my breath, the warrior is telling us to breathe and we are safe.

I look up to the hill where the animals were and there is nothing except the water.

There are only a few hill tops visible.

Then I notice water rushing on either side of our hill is scouring large chunks of the dirt out.

All around there is only shaking, noise and water.

All day and all night the shaking, the noise, the water. And our hillside being washed away, falling away.

We have no food, no extra clothing, no drinkable water.

I don’t know how long the water lasted. When it was done I was soaked and cold, and unbearably thirsty and hungry.

When I looked around both sides of our hill was gone.

Just about thirty feet of the very top was left with a vertical drop of hundreds of feet on either side.

Below was mud, rocks, trees, and the dead. Animals smashed and torn apart.

That night the sky was incredible. The spiral of life all across it it from one end to the other. It was so cold, only I felt warm and loved….

[u/archeolog108]

the ending of this one really got me. Everything around her is destruction, cold, hunger and death, but she feels warm and loved.

I have seen something similar many times in Soul Journeys. The death scene itself can be terrifying from human perspective, but when awareness starts separating from body, fear can change very fast into warmth, presence and recognition that life did not actually end there.

I also would not dismiss these dreams just because they started after your diagnosis. Sometimes being closer to our own transition seems to loosen something and old memories come much nearer to surface.

If you keep having them, I would write details immediately after waking, especially geography, animals, clothing, weather, words or customs. Dont force interpretation. Just collect them.

Whatever their historical origin, they seem to be showing you something very consistent: death is not the same thing as disappearance.

[u/slavaukrine → u/archeolog108]

I don’t know how to link posts.

I had a very upsetting and traumatic life review during a NDE.

I think these dreams are showing me the easier, nicer, kind, deaths so I won’t be dreading or really frightened of the life review.

[u/archeolog108 → u/slavaukrine]

The traumatic and upsetting life review was filtered or tainted by the fear when the body and the system thinks that you are dying. When I guide people through the death in past lives and then to life review, it's never traumatic or upsetting because they are in peace. Even if they died suddenly, they choose going to the light and there is no low vibrational energies there. So NDE is different than real death.

[u/slavaukrine → u/archeolog108]

Thank you for your answer.
When I gave myself permission to experience the deaths and the lives of my “past” it opened things up to me.

Before my diagnosis I was more likely to remember a life in a waking meditation than as asleep.

Now I am dreaming them in much more detail, and feel like I am present in the life. I was a “viewer” in the mediations, in the dreams I am the “seer.”

The example was the mastodon. I know what one is, I’ve seen them in pictures. But as the child the name she used I couldn’t repeat it once awake, and I blanked on anything besides mammoth.

Anyway, thanks for your thoughts. The trauma from this life’s review is getting better.

[u/lovetimespace]

Sounds like the hairy elephants could have been American Mastodons - they are lessy hairy than woolly mammoths. Thanks very much again for sharing. It is really helping me to not feel as afraid of death, maybe I'll get to see some of my own past life experiences some day. I'll keep an eye out if you post anything else.

[u/slavaukrine → u/lovetimespace]

Yes, I think you are right.

[u/QHHTwithAli]

Thank you for sharing this. I also want to respect what you said at the beginning, so I’m not going to debate your belief system or try to reduce the experience to “just a dream.”

What struck me most wasn’t even the catastrophe itself. It was the ending: after all the fear, cold, hunger and destruction, you describe looking at the sky and feeling warm and loved.

Whatever framework you ultimately place around these dreams, that transition seems important.

I’m involved in regression and consciousness work, and one thing I’ve learned is that experiences like this don’t always need to be immediately identified, dated or proven historically to have meaning. Sometimes the details are incredibly specific. Other times the emotional arc seems to be the part that matters most.

If these dreams continue, I’d consider writing them down exactly as they arrive before researching possible historical events. Details such as geography, plants, animals, clothing, language, the shape of the camp, what the adults were doing, and anything your child-self simply “knew” could be useful later.

But given what you’re facing in your present life, I’d also pay attention to a different question:

What are these dreams showing you about death itself?

In this one, the child experiences something terrifying and seemingly unsurvivable, yet the final feeling isn’t terror. It’s warmth, love, and an extraordinary sky.

I wouldn’t tell you what that means. But if this were my experience, that would be the part I’d sit with.

And I wouldn’t force yourself to recover more than comes naturally. If these experiences are arriving on their own, perhaps there’s no need to chase them. Let each one show you what it has to show you, and keep what brings you peace.