Death on the Wagon Train
“When I was small, I had a realistic dream that I was a child in a wagon train and we were attacked by Indians. I remember being a little child, like 12, and one Indian pulled me out of the back of our wagon and slit my throat. I felt the blood as it flowed out of my neck and down my chest.
I’m 63 today, and I had this dream when I was 6 – 10 years old. It was so realistic that I can still remember the dream like it was yesterday. I believe I have lived many lives because I also reported for duty in Thailand in 1968 and instead of experiencing culture shock like the rest of my outfit, I felt right at home and contented and learned to speak Thai in about 10 months!”