I made a post about it a while back already. Maybe finding some more who are interested to join.

A while back i made a Discord called: Reincarnation and Rainbows. For the Souls who are Transgender this lifetime, I myself included. And knowing from personal experience this connects to Reincarnation more than others think. Example Incarnating more as Male throughout lives and feeling completely devastated when incarnating as a female. And finally feeling ourselves when we do transition where we feel our true selves and not depressed individuals.

I made the group to create and have a safe space to talk about anything Reincarnation & Past life related. Other Spiritual topics like astral projection, Dreams etc, are included. Also the normal Day to day issues and hobbies etc, obviously.

We would love to have others join in who contribute and just having a fun time together. If you want to join feel free to do so. click here to join

P.s. When the link doesn't work anymore feel free to send me a Dm and I'll send you a new one. Note: I verify manually so while joining you don't directly see the whole group.

Lurkers and trolls who don't introduce themselves are kicked out eventually. *Because It's made as a safe space. So for the ones who only want to read without contribution or introducing at least this ain't the group for you.

I do sound very strict right now, but I'm actually very easy going. I just have the safety of the group as a priority, there is already way to much hate against us in this world.

This was another past life memory in the form of a very vivid dream about K and me. In this one, I attempted another escape from her (common theme in my past lives), my sister is a common tag along although she wasn't part of this part - she tends to play a placeholder role for those that helped me escape, as I often had help to escape.

So, in this dream, I was trying to escape to a whole different dimension, to get away from K. This time, the method or way was my "sister's" idea. We ended up getting into a vehicle that was run and owned by an older woman. In order to travel with this vehicle, we had to cut a piece of our hair to feed into a machine on the vehicle. This was the only way the vehicle could transport us with it, when it "hopped" dimensions.

The woman revved up the vehicle, and it started to teleport us. I could physically feel this happening. Dream-me was a bit scared about this process so I closed my eyes in the dream. I could still feel it, it felt like a rush, electrically-speaking; but at a micro level. Essentially like we were being transported atom-by-atom. The process only lasted a few moments.

Suddenly (and this part was very vivid and surreal), we were traveling in this snow covered icy world. It was beautiful but looked desolate. We were traveling through it via what was barely a path, but I did not see any man-made looking structures. The world had giant natural structures and ice-like canyons + natural icy bridges that made me feel small compared to the land. Now despite the beauty of this world, it looked desolate and very cold. I ended up saying to the woman, "Well, I got away from K then?" - and her response was, "Sure, until she realizes you hopped dimensions". Suddenly dream-me was aware that she did not need fancy vehicles to move between dimensions, and my escape was only as good as till she realized I hopped dimensions and located me.

I woke up in my families palace and than i was up and i decided i did not want to rule the country so i decided to fight for the country and rule it at the same time in my child hood Minamato no tsuji

i have walked on some serious training cutting down trees with a gigantic axe i started off as a ninja than worked my way up to samurai and i earned my katana blade at 16

and than i started moving across Shibuya city and tokyo after that i turned 18 and what happened was that i had a crush she was pretty her name was either a girl wearing a blue and white komono her name was Kira Shibuya

and we were hanging out at lunch she had a favorite game to play and it was always shogi and we played nights and princess all day 泥棒と警察 / どろけ

if i remember correctly

its like hide and seek both groups are in groups of 5 and 2 people are captains and we had a ball to kick around at hit other people with it it was light i do not know

and we played all the time soon we introduced our friends and after we started but than there was a horn coming from the distance and we ran to it and i took my armor and  kira

was crying and saying nooo i can’t leave you im going to cry without you this is all from memory who knows if its true

I was like okay sorry but i have to fight its going to pain me so much if i die without you 
So i got on my horse and we ran to the otherside and i remember taking a break on the cherry blossom tree after that i was in my dojo training with sensei dokono me

and my samurai guards were on a horse but suddenly we were ambushed in a city called

I was only sixteen years old the first time I had an out-of-body experience where I was told not to forget to "take out the trash". Back then, I had no clue what they meant. But I do now.

After seeing so many past lives in dreams, visions, meditations, and out-of-body experiences and since learning how to do IFS therapy on myself, I learned that lives bleed through from one to another.

And this is what I am here to do. I am here to heal the residue. To learn how to heal myself from all the physical and emotional trauma that has accumulated throughout lifetimes - and that was part of remembering the power of Self.

I would like to teach those who are interested, how to do this. I don’t know how to go about it yet, but I know that this is the path I want to explore - and I’m humbled that life has given me this opportunity to learn how to alchemize darkness into light.

For the first time, I feel like I have a purpose. My being is filled with gratitude for being able to be of service to others. I started my career in this life as a nurse. But I was soon aware that I was not going to be a nurse for everybody else. I was going to be my own.

For decades, I was riddled with illnesses, injuries, and emotional and physical pain. And now, now I see why.
It wasn’t punishment. I hadn’t done anything wrong to deserve living a life in a state of agony. I was being prepared and taught to finally break through the barriers of my own mind - and to find my self.

Or maybe I should say, my own convictions throughout lifetimes.

Ashe, ashe ashe (thank you) ...for everything.
Ashe, for life.

I’ve already healed major emotional issues, rare illnesses, and other physical ailments in my own body. Things that people would call miracles. But they’re not. Life itself is a miracle. This is just alchemy.

I don’t even know why I’m writing this. I’m just so grateful. I just wanted to celebrate it with you guys. Just give me your two cents, whatever you feel like saying. Thank you. 💛

Part 1: https://www.reddit.com/r/pastlives/comments/1xc2lqk/the_fear_of_losing_everything/

This is part 2 of the story, where my client was on Atlantis on a parallel earth. There was no concept of money and everything, including objects, had consciousness. Everything was in harmony.

As we moved forward, she said Atlanteans had arranged marriages. They would be matched with partners based on their frequency and energy.

She was introduced to her partner. This is her current life brother. They married, and some time later, she delivered a baby. When she looked at her newborn, my client exclaimed, this is going to be my future baby in my current life. She had so much love for this baby.

Over time, things with her partner fall apart. He wanted to be with someone else. This felt so strange. She could see the colours and hues on his face change. She could feel him not allowing her full access to his feelings. This made her feel a deep sadness and loneliness.

"My soul match doesn’t want to be with me."

This is how she’s been feeling in her current life too. She’s carried this energy from the Atlantis lifetime to her current one. It was in her heart, a heavy distortion energy. She didn’t want to even acknowledge it as she became aware of it.

In her subconscious there was this idea, being with a partner is painful. They will leave and I will be sad and lonely, which is why she was single for a long while in her current life. 

We transmuted and released it, cleared any residue.

And when we came back, she said – I’m with a new partner. She was thrilled to be with this new person. She said they were a big happy family. She, her new partner and daughter, (whom she coparented with her previous partner.)

She and her daughter would speak telepathically. No words needed. Suddenly, she realized – her daughter is her itself. They're the same soul.

She also said, this new partner is going to be her future current life partner.

 Her higher self showed us this life to experience unconditional love, with her child, and see the potential with her future partner. He’s coming.

Q: Inferring what kind of human would reincarnate as a slaughterhouse cow, based on past life record materials.

Inferring what kind of human reincarnates as a slaughterhouse cow based on past life records and karmic principles reveals a distinct pattern. According to Buddhist scriptures like the Sutra on the Retribution of Karma, along with various folk tales and religious accounts, those born as slaughterhouse cattle in their next life are primarily individuals who exploited others, inflicted material or physical suffering, and showed no remorse.

In karmic tradition, the most common path to becoming a cow is defaulting on debt or taking advantage of another's effort. Because a cow spends its life bearing heavy loads and plowing fields, it is seen as paying off past unpaid debts through relentless physical labor. Fraudsters, employers who withheld wages, and those who stole without guilt are said to return as cattle belonging to their creditors or destined for the slaughterhouse, settling their debts through bodily toil.

A tragic death at the slaughterhouse also reflects the direct karma of merciless killing and cruelty. By the principle of karmic balance, the suffering inflicted on others returns to the perpetrator. Those who enjoyed taking lives or abusing animals in a past existence are born as livestock, experiencing the exact terror and painful end that they once inflicted on other living beings.

Furthermore, severe breaches of human decency, such as betraying or mistreating parents and teachers, lead to a decline in spiritual standing. Those who repaid care with cruelty are reborn as speechless beasts, forced into total submission under the whip. Similarly, corrupt officials and wealthy figures who abused power to squeeze the blood and sweat from the vulnerable are sentenced to lives of extreme hardship. Having lived in unearned luxury at the expense of others, they are given bodies suited for the most grueling labor, often ending up slaughtered and processed for meat in the very communities they once exploited.

In summary, past life records warn that a slaughterhouse cow was once a person who built their own profit and pleasure on the tears and suffering of others. As retribution for wounding the bodies and minds of others, they endure a fate where their entire physical body, from meat to hide, is surrendered to human consumption through a painful death.

I am Lucas from southern Brazil.

While deep in meditation last night, there was a moment where something "took over" my body. I remember feeling very rigid and then bursting out in song - like an actual song with melody, refrain, and everything - in a language I'd never heard of before. But at the same time, it felt natural, familiar. Could that have been a subconscious thing? A past life memory poking through the veil?

I’m 25 now and there are two very distinct dreams or visions I had as a little kid that have stayed with me my entire life. I don’t even know what to call them because they felt so real. Almost like in those two experiences I was actually living an entirely different life from the one I’m living now. Like I was someone else in another lifetime and for whatever reason I was experiencing that life instead of this one. I don’t even know how to explain it or if that makes any sense. It’s just how those experiences felt to me and why I’ve never been able to completely forget them. My memory of them has faded quite a bit over the years but I still find myself wondering what the hell they were. The first one took place in this kingdom that I honestly don’t even know how to describe anymore. My memory of what it looked like is so blurry now because I was really young when this happened. I remember it being vast with water below and nature surrounding it but I can’t make out much more than that. There was just something so distinct about it. Almost majestic and unlike any kingdom I can really picture or describe now. I don’t even know if that makes sense. It’s more the feeling and impression of the place that I remember than its actual appearance. I remember being of royalty and I wasn’t watching someone else’s story unfold. I was actually experiencing everything as that person. Then something happened and I remember that because of something I’d done the gates had opened and the city was flooding. I remember that opening these gates was forbidden. Almost like it was something everyone knew you weren’t supposed to do because something terrible could happen if they were opened. But I did it anyway even though I never intended for any of what followed to happen. I remember realizing that everyone was going to drown because of me. I’d done something I knew I wasn’t supposed to do and now the entire city or kingdom was flooding because of it. I remember feeling this overwhelming guilt and horror. Just so much sorrow and regret. I don’t remember exactly why I opened the gates or what led up to it but I remember knowing I was responsible and that I’d never meant for any of this to happen. I also have this vague recollection that maybe I could’ve done something to save everyone but was too afraid to act or maybe I couldn’t do anything in time. That part is especially blurry. What I do remember is running into the arms of someone I loved. I can’t remember his face anymore but I remember embracing him and accepting defeat as the water came rushing toward us and eventually overtook us both. It was almost like I’d accepted that I was going to die the same way everyone else was and that I deserved to because it was my fault. If that makes sense. I think that’s when I woke up or came out of whatever that experience was. I vaguely remember being in a moving car with my parents afterward although I can’t remember how old I was or whether I’d actually been asleep. Who knows. Maybe it was just a dream influenced by some show or movie I watched as a kid and completely forgot about. I genuinely don’t know. What I find so strange is why this particular experience stuck with me all these years when I’ve forgotten countless other dreams. Anyway I’ve recently become really interested in past lives and reincarnation which is what got me researching things like this in the first place. A couple of months ago I decided to look up this childhood experience on Google because I wanted to see whether anything like it had actually happened in history. I described what I remembered to Google’s AI and it brought up something called the Legend of Ys. It’s this centuries-old story from Brittany in France. I searched again more recently and it brought up the exact same legend. What really caught my attention was how Google’s AI actually pointed out the similarities between what I’d described and the story. Apparently there was this city called Ys that was protected from the ocean by enormous walls and floodgates. It was ruled by King Gradlon whose daughter was Princess Dahut. In one version of the story the princess takes the keys from her sleeping father because she wants to let her lover into the city but she accidentally opens the floodgates instead and the entire city floods. In another version her lover is actually the Devil in disguise and tricks her into getting the keys which he then uses to open the floodgates himself. There are several versions of the story and apparently in some she drowns while in others she becomes a mermaid. And I’m sitting there thinking what the actual fuck? I had described being of royalty and opening gates that everyone knew were forbidden. I had unintentionally caused an entire city or kingdom to flood and remembered feeling this overwhelming guilt because everyone was going to drown. And Google’s AI was telling me that what I’d described sounded remarkably similar to this old legend about a princess whose actions led to the flooding of her city. I later asked ChatGPT about it too and it brought up the same legend. It also explained the part about the princess stealing the keys from her father. I don’t remember stealing any keys though. That’s something I learned about afterward. I also don’t remember whether there was a king or a father in my experience. I have this very vague feeling that my father would’ve been extremely angry with me for what I’d done but I’m not even sure about that anymore. I don’t remember whether my lover had anything to do with the gates opening either. Maybe he did or maybe he didn’t. My memory is just too blurry to say. What I do remember is being of royalty and that vast and distinct feeling of the kingdom. I remember the gates being forbidden and knowing that something terrible could happen if they were opened. I remember opening them and realizing that I’d caused the city to flood. I remember the guilt and knowing that everyone was going to drown because of me. And I remember running into the arms of someone I loved as the water overtook us. Those are the things that have stayed with me. But then I found out it was actually a myth and honestly I felt like such an idiot afterward lol. Here I was researching past lives and wondering whether this childhood experience could’ve been connected to something that actually happened only to find out that the closest match was a mythical story. Of course that doesn’t necessarily mean it wasn’t inspired by something real. Who knows what these old legends were originally based on. But that’s also what makes this whole thing so insanely weird to me. Out of all the things I could’ve dreamed about as a little kid how did I end up with something that resembles this particular legend so closely? I don’t remember ever hearing about it growing up and yet years later I decide to look up what I remember and Google’s AI brings up this centuries-old story about a princess whose actions caused her city to flood. Like how the hell did I even come up with something like that? Maybe I saw something as a kid that influenced the dream and completely forgot about it. I genuinely don’t know but the coincidence is just so bizarre to me. And then there’s this other dream or vision I had as a child where I remember being somewhere in a desert at night. I remember this unbelievably beautiful sky filled with stars and horses. I remember riding through the desert and there were other people around me too. I vaguely remember them wearing what might’ve been traditional desert clothing. Maybe something Bedouin like but again my memory is really blurry. I can’t tell you where it was supposed to be or what time period it was but I remember how peaceful and beautiful everything felt. There was something almost spiritual about it. And just like the first experience I wasn’t watching it happen. I felt like I was actually there living that life. I don’t know why these two experiences have stayed with me when I’ve forgotten so many other things from my childhood. Another strange thing is that I remember being in my mother’s stomach and coming out when I was born. I know that probably sounds ridiculous to some people but I remember those things and other details too. I’m just telling you what I remember. I remember having a really sharp memory as a kid and I’ve always found these particular recollections strange. Now completely separate from those childhood experiences I’ve become increasingly interested in past lives and reincarnation. I don’t even know if I believe in them but I often joke to myself about what the hell I could’ve possibly done in a past life to end up in the role of being my parents’ child in this one. Sometimes I feel like I’m my family’s karmic child if that even makes sense. I’ve spent so much of my life feeling misunderstood and never emotionally supported by them. It’s exhausting when you’re the emotionally intelligent one in the family and constantly find yourself being a reflection of everything they’re unwilling to address or admit about themselves. Being their child has honestly been one of the greatest tragedies of my life. I think my mom would say the same about me :( I know that probably sounds dramatic but they’ve impacted my life and mental healthnegatively in practically every way. They’re always wondering why I’ve turned out the way I have but it goes both ways. They don’t seem to realize just how much they’ve let me down or how much their actions have contributed to the person I’ve become. Anyway that has absolutely nothing to do with those childhood dreams or visions but I guess it’s part of what’s fueled this desperate need I have to find answers about why we’re born into certain families and circumstances. I’ve even looked into past life regression videos on YouTube but have been too afraid to actually try them. And what’s funny is that although I follow one of the Abrahamic faiths and believe in one God I’ve always been someone who questions everything. I grew up pretty sheltered and from a strict religious and traditional family but even as a little kid I was always asking my parents questions about everything . I never just believed something because they believed in it. I wanted to understand why and I still do. I believe in God but I also try to keep an open mind about possibilities I don’t fully understand. Whether that’s past lives or other things about existence that we might not even know about yet. I’m not saying reincarnation is real or that these experiences were memories of actual past lives. Maybe they were just dreams. Maybe I saw something on TV or heard a story when I was little and forgot where it came from. I’m aware that childhood memories aren’t always reliable especially when you’re trying to reconstruct something from so long ago. And I know that remembering being in the womb or being born isn’t something science generally considers possible as an ordinary autobiographical memory. But that I 100% remember I’m genuinely curious about why these particular experiences felt so real and why they’ve stayed with me for so long. And I still find it strange that when I finally decided to search for something resembling that first vision or dream I had I came across a centuries old legend with some pretty specific similarities. Has anyone else experienced dreams or visions as a child that felt like they were actually living another life? And does anyone here happen to know more about the Legend of Ys? I’d genuinely love for someone who’s familiar with Breton folklore or the history behind this myth to enlighten me because I’ve tried looking into it myself and there’s surprisingly little information I can find beyond the same story being repeated over and over. I’m especially curious whether there are older or lesser-known versions of it that I haven’t come across. I don’t know what to make of any of this but I’d really love to hear other people’s thoughts.

I had a dream about my past life. I remember having a very large build, wearing clothes made of animal skins, kind of like Viking clothing. I can't remember what my face looked like. I think I was around 40 years old or something.

I lived in a wooden house right in the middle of a valley, surrounded by vast grasslands. Behind the house was the sea, while at the front of the valley, there was a forest, followed by rows of bamboo. I lived alone, so my daily routine was usually to go hunting in the morning and sleep at night.

My dream was pretty boring, and honestly, quite ordinary. Then, after an unknown amount of time, I remember going hunting or doing something else when it started raining. On my way home, I came across a dog and a cat curled up beside a bamboo tree, so I picked them up and hurried home with them.

When I entered the house, there was a piece of animal hide spread across the middle of the wooden floor as a rug. On the right was a bed with a pillow and a blanket made of animal fur. On the left, there was dried food hanging up, along with various other things. In the corner of the room, there was a fireplace surrounded by wood (I don't understand why it was made of wood, though?). I put the two animals on the bed and warmed them up.

As the dog grew older, it became huge, probably reaching up to my waist. It had golden-yellow and black fur that grew so long it covered its eyes. I'm not sure what breed it was. It looked similar to a Tibetan Mastiff from China, but the scenery and the clothes I wore didn't really look Asian. The cat wasn't anything particularly special. It was just a black cat, but it was very attached to me.

Every evening, I would lie down with the two of them on the slope of the valley, watching the sunset and the moon. What I remember most vividly is the nighttime scenery,  the gentle rustling of the wind, the cool breeze, and the enormous moon in the sky, casting a blue glow across the entire grassland. The moon was so huge and bright that it felt like watching a movie on a giant cinema screen.

Every day was the same. I'd go out to find food in the morning, then spend the evening lying on the grass, listening to the wind and the birds, and enjoying the scenery before falling asleep.

Then, one night, I became very sick. I think I had a high fever or something. The last thing I could see was the dog lying beside me, while the cat was curled up where my pillow was. After that, I don't remember anything else. I think I had passed away.

Do you know of any places that look like the one in my dream?

Is it possible to deeply miss a soulmate in a romantic sense, even if you've never met them? I know this might sound strange, but I've been wondering about it for a long time, and I'm curious if anyone else has experienced something similar.

I'm 25F, and ever since I was little, I've had this persistent feeling that I've been waiting for someone. It's hard to explain, but it's almost as if the absence of my future life partner has always been a shadow following me.

What's strange is that when I think about this person, I don't experience him as just an abstract idea of a future partner. I have this feeling that he's a specific person somewhere in the world, living his own life, even though I have no idea who he is or what he's like. And I can really feel he is missing, like a part of myself.

Sometimes, the thought that we're not together makes me feel deeply sad, in a way that goes beyond ordinary loneliness. I find myself wondering whether he's okay and what his life is like.

I don't know if this is simply a result of longing for a deep romantic connection, or if there's a spiritual explanation for it. I've wondered about reincarnation and whether it's possible to feel a sense of longing for someone you've supposedly known in a past life, but I don't necessarily believe that's what this is.

Has anyone ever experienced something similar? I've always felt like I'm in a state of waiting, a constant search for a person I haven't met yet. I don't know how to explain this feeling or where it comes from. Could it be related to reincarnation or a past-life connection, or is it simply a deep longing for a romantic connection?

I can remember about 7 or 8 past lives. I have reason to believe that i recently come across a past life love (soul mate, partner, etc) at my job. She stayed for about 2 years, but I experienced all the typical feelings if you have a bit of psychic ability, eg, feeling of seeing her before, inexplicable attraction, a deep bond. etc.

I often think about her when in my basement, where there's a TV, laptop, stereo, etc, basically where I usually stay. There is a sold dark brown door--that's in my view when I lie down to relax--and whenever I think of this former coworker, I start to get emotional because I see a woman wearing a long flowing skirt, hair tied bac, and smiling at me, a woman straight from the 1800s.

Anyone have a similar experience when "scrying" defined as a "practice where a person gazes into a reflective or translucent medium to receive intuitive messages, visions, or spiritual guidance.". Sometimes it gets so emotional to the point my eyes start tearing up. I can feel the love we had for each other.

Ever since I was a boy. And it was ALWAYS the same image of the same tsunami I was seeing from the same place as it approached and then I drowned and that's when I'd wake up.

I've always been naturqlly good at pottery a d obsessed with Japan from birth until I was a teen and the anime fandom put me off because it felt disrespectful, in a "youth these days" way (I'm 40 so this was before the otaku era) and I had no interest in anime anyway just cultural things like old Japanese folk music and pestered my mum to let me take Japanese lessons aroung age 6.

I remember wearing a kimono daily and living alone (my wife had died or left me a long time ago) in a very humble hut where I made pottery for a living. I didn't fish because I got seasick (still am in this life) and I remember being super self-aware of that.

Funnily enough, my mother who was born in 1952 in a little lost part of Chaco, Argentina where there was no running water, indoor plumbing or radio... spent her entire childhood drawing buildings with pagoda-like roofs and kimonos—two things she couldn't have known about in chaco, as she grew up two blocks away from the land where natives lived and people didn't know how to read or write.

I believe she was my wife and I wasn't particularly fond of her for whatever reason. Our relationship is still rocky to this day because she is too controlling and doesn't do things "the way I tell her to" and that fits the backwards way of thinking men had back then. I'm gay and all for women's rights as I want my two daughters to have the same rights as everyone else so I don't know where this cpems from otherwise, but with my mother it's different somehow.

And even as a boy I was embodying omoiyari, ganbaru, fish based cuisine preference and other Japanese values that my mother shares when all the other parents and children were very western-thinking for a lack of a better word.

Why are there so many religions and beliefs?

When I was a little child (in the early 1990s), there was a certain picture that was often in my head when I fell asleep:

It showed a building next to an American Highway junction. The building might have been a Diner or a bowling alley with some cars parked in front of it.

I recognized one of the cars as a Buick Regal (had this one as a Matchbox-car). The other cars also looked American and appeared to be from the 70s as well.

As I grew up in central Europe in the early 90s, there was no way I could have seen this scene in reality.

Could this have been a glimpse of a past life or maybe a movie scene I had seen on TV (we did have many American movies in the TV that time).

I'm happy about every inspiration. :)

I find that modern isekai animes have taken the concept of past lives and have developed it to a very deep extent. The isekai genre is when a person from our modern world dies ,and gets reincarnated into another world with full memories intact. These memories indeed help them to live in that other world. Such as knowledge to modern technologies, gives them an advantage.

Mostly it is a fantasy of being able to start over and live a new life if your current life sucks. If for example you are feeling oppressed and beat down by society, you can start a new life. Isekai appeals to people who are facing systemic conditions such as social, political, or economic oppression. Indeed one of the stories is that a young man with no romantic prospects in this life can reincarnate into another world with a less detrimental society and find love there. Other worlds offer a sense of novelty, adventure, and heroism that this world does not offer.

I think that isekai shows our future, of what happens to us when we die. At the same time, it may also show us our past and alludes to our present state. If for example you used to live in another world and you retain full memories of that world, and now you live here as someone else, but you still have the same soul. In either way, isekai offers us a hopeful message that even if you screwed up this life, or you were screwed up by society, you can still get another chance at life.

Hi everyone . English isn't my first language so sorry if there's any mistakes, and i don't really know about the past lives things but my question is . Is it possibly that I'm being punished by being born into this specific life? I'm non religious women in religious country i live in misogynist society where I'm not allowed to go outside and live my life i can't do anything and i can't escape so i wonder is it possible that I'm being punished ? And what can't I do ?

Hello could this be a past life when I was about 3 years old I had this dream where I was a Chinese 11 year old girl and my family in the dream dad mom and 3 brothers were walking into this indoor playground with big red dragon lunar structure thing and a few minutes a shooter came and shot me but shit couple of my brothers first and I remember my father yelling for me but he wasn’t mad rather worried and frantic and then right after I got shot on they head and woke up from the dream. I also always believed in recantation where if your good person you rebirth but if your a bad person you just stay in a dark abyss forever with nothing and no one despite the fact being raised in a Christian household. Family didn’t look like current family like black hair dark eye color. But weirdly enough my hair wasn’t black but warm auburn brown color and dark eye color that matched them I also remember the sidewalk was like a granite dark grey type. I also have a birthmark on my head. For some reason when learned about Buddhism I felt connected and familiar with it like I knew it before. I never necessarily told my family but it just stocked with me and I always believed that dream was a past life like a gut feeling but I was just wondering there’s evidence that it is.

Also when I was 8-9 I had a phase where with friends I pretend my name was lily when it’s not.