I think that who we are when we dream at night is the closest we can come to past lives. I have recurring dreams that have nothing to do with what I’ve got going in in my reality but I know the feeling so well when I go back to that place.
I had a dream about two boys I grew up with last night. one was really handsome but had a retarded helmet on. i couldn’t stop marvelling about how handsome he was, it made me emotional.
everything which happened before sz was a past life for me, filled with emotion and meaning., and everything after was completely meaningless