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What I'm about to talk about is something that I'm a little hesitant to mention. I've kept it to myself, mostly, for the past few years and haven't spoken much about it to anyone. But, I've thought about it many times and lately almost every day. I don't know how to discuss it without it sounding a little crazy, so I guess the best way is to just tell every thing about it word for word. I'll be as honest as I can and try not to leave anything out. Here we go.... Back in 2011, I had a recurring dream every night for a few weeks. The best way I can describe it is by saying that, basically, I was on a beach chasing a girl I knew, but couldn't see. Let me explain. It was me, well, at least I thought it was me. It felt like me. I was chasing a girl on a beach. A girl that, apparently from what the dream was implying, I was deeply in love with. So much so that I'm not even sure there's words to describe such a feeling. Definitely nothing I've ever felt in my real life, while awake. Anyway, back to me. Like I said, it felt like me, but it didn't look like me. I was, physically, essentially a different person but I still felt like myself, if that makes sense. I was chasing this girl and I remember hearing lots of laughter. It was definitely a happy time. Each night that I had this dream, I would get closer and closer to catching up with whoever this mysterious girl was. Let's talk more about her. All I got from the dream was that she was my "true love". I put those words in parenthesis because I don't feel those words can really apply to something like this. She was more than a girlfriend, more than a wife, etc. She just felt like more to me. I remember her being slightly taller than most girls, but not by much. She was really quite skinny, but not in an unhealthy way. Black hair. Long, flowing black hair. Her skin was smooth and had a slightly pale complexion. She was wearing a dress, but I'm not sure what color. Another thing I remember, is her spirit. She was adventurous, willing to fight, stand her ground. She was the type to stick with you and have your back no matter what, even if it meant facing death. The kind of girl that attracts me the most because I'm the exact same way. I'm not sure how I know all of this, but the best I can say is that it was only implied somehow through the dream. Now, like I said, each night I would get closer and closer to catching up with her, and the closer I got, the more real it felt. Finally, on the last night of having this recurring dream, I got close enough that I could have touched her. I remember her laughing, and then turning her head to look back at me. What I saw took me aback, and even in the dream, I remember stopping and just looking straight ahead. What I saw was this girl, this mysterious, beautiful girl that I supposedly knew, looking back at me... but she had no face. That's right. She didn't have a face. Where there should have been eyes, nose and a mouth, was only a white nothingness. That's where the dream ended. I still can't seem to understand what the dream meant. It felt so real and familiar that I sometimes wonder if it could have been a memory, and not a dream at all. But, if it was a memory, where have I lived that before? I know believing in reincarnation or "past lives" isn't something for everyone, but I don't think it can be ruled out. It was too surreal. It felt like a far away place and time, but even so, still very familiar to me, almost like I would wake up and be where I was in the dream. Perhaps, it's a vision from the future. Maybe I'm being told something good is coming my way, but that it won't be so obvious at first. What really chills me to think about is how much love and happiness I felt. So much so, that I don't think anyone in this life could replicate it. How familiar it all felt. I knew this girl. Yet, I didn't know her name and I couldn't see her face. I looked different too, like I said. If it hadn't been for how I felt, I wouldn't have recognized it as myself. To this day, I can still picture everything so clearly that a picture could be drawn up from my description alone, even down to the sand dunes and seagulls flying in the air. If anyone does read all of this, would you mind offering up opinions on what it could be? I can only gain so much insight looking at it from my own perspective. Also, has anyone else ever had dreams that were similar to this? Hopefully, in time, it will get clearer.



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