It shouldn't come as a big surprise to anyone who knows me even a little that I believe in reincarnation. I've had a few feelings and dreams that I think might be past life possibilities. However, I had one dream when I was a baby that I'm pretty sure was a glimpse of an event in a past life.
I, of course, think I might have lived in or around New Orleans at some point based on familiar feelings I have for the city and for the plantation homes along the Mississippi River. I don't know if it would have been early in New Orleans' history (around the 1700s) or possibly around the Civil War era or maybe both. That I would think of New Orleans as a past life possibility won't come as a surprise to anyone.
I also had a very realistic dream many years ago that has stuck with me to this day. I was running around playing on some green hills with friends. When I woke up, I thought I was just having some sort of Julie Andrews moment, but I wasn't in the mountains like in the Sound of Music. I was in beautiful green hills. If you've ever seen My Father's Glory or My Mother's Castle which were filmed in the hills in the Provence region of France, you know the kind of hills I'm talking about. Since all of my ancestors are from France, this might have possibly been a past life dream as well...or not.
However, there is one dream I had that I'm certain was a glimpse of a past life. I remembered it again last night as I was watching Apocalypto and saw the scene where the jaguar is chasing the man through the jungle. I distinctly remember being a baby in my baby bed and waking up crying and standing in my baby bed holding onto the rails because I had dreamed I was being chased through the jungle by a tiger. Being a baby, I of course couldn't tell anyone why I was crying but I swear I remember having the dream and standing up in my baby bed crying.
It wasn't a recurring dream but I have always vividly remembered the details of that one dream that I dreamed that one time as a baby: I was a man running through the jungle being chased by a tiger. It wasn't a lion, or a jaguar or a panther. It was a tiger and I was a man. I woke up before the tiger caught me so I don't know if the dream was of my death in that life or just a terrifying event in that life.
Pshaw, you say? Perhaps. But, when I go to the zoo and hear the lions and tigers roaring in the distance, I get a horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach and I sure do hate to run.