I still remember those days, when I was very young and every night had this weird dream that both my father and I are shot by some terrorist kinda figures..
Still remember very clearly the dream had a very red tinge to it... it was never painful , but yes used to keep me wondering for...
What was that? Some traces of my past life.. at least that is what i would like to believe. I don't see that dream anymore... but it is a part of me.
Every such incident in life just goes out to preach that there are reincarnations and rebirths, and that we have been living and dead from time unknown.
Still remember very clearly the dream had a very red tinge to it... it was never painful , but yes used to keep me wondering for...
What was that? Some traces of my past life.. at least that is what i would like to believe. I don't see that dream anymore... but it is a part of me.
Every such incident in life just goes out to preach that there are reincarnations and rebirths, and that we have been living and dead from time unknown.
Reminded me of something i visioned as well...and hope it never comes real! :)
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