a dream and a past vision

I had the most beautiful dream last night. I was at my old church in my hometown. It was night. Then suddenly, a thought came into my head: "I can fly." I levitated a couple feet off the ground, then higher, and I started flying home. The stars--there were loads of them--shined brightly, then my hometown transformed right in front of me into some old European town. I knew it because of the old buildings. These buildings, circa who knows when, where lighted from within. To the right, I saw a stretch of forest and a dark lake that was glittering from the starlight. I tried to get higher and higher, but each attempt would bring me closer and closer to the ground. I alighted in front of a tall green gate. I remember holding the bars of the gate in my hand, but never entering. I just stood there in front of the gate. I can't recall what was beyond it, it was dark.

What a magical dream. Does it mean anything? I get déja vu a lot, which I think is abnormal. When I was a junior in high school, I caught a glimpse of my past life, or one of my past lives. I never told anyone about it. Later, my friend told me that she had a dream that I was in, and it confirmed my past life because she described me as I saw myself when I had the vision. It was really bizarre.

I was in my brother's room studying for an English test. He has this bright halogen lamp that I was using to read. I must've got bored of studying, and I looked into the lamp for quite a while and was quite hypnotized by it.

It's World War II. I'm in the body of a nurse in a field hospital tending to an American soldier. Everything I did, I had no knowledge of doing. A junior in high school should not know how to do these things. The other nurses were speaking to me in French, and I spoke back in French, not knowing that I had such a grasp of the knowledge. The soldier I was helping, he was young like me, handsome, and asleep. One of his eyes was bandaged, I can't remember which. I felt such a connection with this young man who was in my care. Then everything got really, really bright, and I was back in my brother's bedroom.

Every time I try to think about the vision, I find that I can't remember pieces and parts. Like I'm slowly losing it. That's all I can remember right now, but I'm pretty sure I wrote all about it when it happened. It must be somewhere in my journals at home.

Anyway, a couple days later, my friend told me about this dream she had. It's World War II. She's waiting at a street corner for me. I walk up the street to meet her wearing my nurse's uniform. We start conversing in French and smoking cigarettes as we head to a cafe. So bizarre. I told her what had happened nights ago, and we were both pretty freaked.

I don't know why I told you that story...Now you know how weird I am or it just adds to the list of my bizarre qualities.