Oooh.. It makes me wonder..

Did you ever have dreams as a toddler that struck you hard and stuck with you? It might've scared you, made you think, or confused you. Think back, can you still see them?

I remember the last dream I had that prompted me to run to my parents room and sleep in their bed. I was terrified and i'm not sure if i've only seen this dream once or not, but I still remember it just as clearly:

I was in a library staring at the lines of bookshelves down the opening in the middle where the rows were separated. Watching I see people come out of the sides in whack-a-mole type movement, going into sight, ducking behind the rows again, these people looked sort of like the "neighborhood watch" burglar, just with darker area around the eyes. I woke up crying my head off and scared.

A few days ago I did some meditation to look back on a life I might've known a friend in. Going back as I normally do, tearing by calendars going backwards.. They get so blurry I don't even pay attention anymore, I just let it stop where it wants. I ended up watching my feet as I walked down a sidewalk in the rain in a big, gray, long rain coat, black slacks, and shined black shoes. Hm, I had to look up the style of clothing on Google, it's a men's raincoat from the 1920's. Ok, took a few hours to ponder this, slept on it a couple times and couldn't figure anything out.

So I decided to meditate again another evening after my errands were done for the day. I went back, this time asking questions.. Every time I asked a question I got a pictorial answer. "Where is this?" A street sign came into view that said "NEW YORK" on it. "Well, where's my id, what's my name?" Looked into my wallet and pulled out a card, the name immediately blurred, but I caught "Fred- M.", "Freddie" came to mind. "Well then, what's going on?" ....

...I was on the corner of a block standing on the sidewalk talking to a lady. I seemed cordial, polite, a gentleman. I was in a dark gray suit, black slacks, those same shoes, a little gray hat on my head, hair was trimmed nicely, I was well groomed. I'm not sure what we were talking about, but the lady hesitated, looking over my shoulder, I in turn hesitated, demeanor changed as I looked behind me. Who should be in a car in the road about to turn 'round the block but a black car (with no top, one of the spare wheels tucked on the side of the car behind the passengers wheel well) but four men. Within the time it took me to turn my head and look at them they were laughing as they pulled out a big gun (almost looked like a Tommy gun) and as this guy pulled the trigger he laughed more, throwing his head back and... he had the same face as those things that scared me in THAT dream!

I saw my eyes widen, the bullet connected, I fell flat down on the cement ahead of me. Hat had fallen off a bit before me, my hair had been longer on the top just enough to where it was laying in a slightly different direction, my blue eyes still wide, but dead, and then the vision was gone. I don't know who it was or why I was killed. I could only think of something about prohibition being reason of death, hm.

My only other dreams were of dolphins and swimming with them, which I can only think of as a totem... I loved them as a kid.