i woulda been a pirate.
or an egyptian slave. i wonder if my mummy is out there waiting for me to find it. not sure what i'd do with it once i found it. put it under glass and say to visitors, 'yeah, this is my former body 2000 years ago.' then maybe wiggle my fingers and go, 'the prophecy has been fulfilled! moo ha ha!'
or maybe as a pirate i'd found my mummy and we all sank in a kickass sea battle. maybe i've been searching for my former selves for thousands of years.
maybe i'm the missing link! or my mind is the missing link. or my mind is missing. or something the hell like that.
anyhoo, what were you?
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I have always dreamt that I was a Viking in a past life but other than that I've always drowned in my dreams. which is strange in itself as I've never been on any kind of water both rivers and Sea, calling Mr Ripley!!!!
I was a Confederate soldier and died at the battle of Gettysburg while taking cover behind a boulder in Devil's Den.
At first I was most likely some sabretoothed tiger's dinner, but I'd like to think later I might have been some musician / craftsman in Ayrshire, roaming the Scottish lowlands singing my way through little townships, stirring up social buzz for romancing the vicar's daughter, selling a trinket or a song for my keep... and leaving a weather eye open for werewolves along the moors.
Mike C.
P.S. I was probably a ditch-digger in south Jersey. ;)
That's a good question! I've never thought of it. I'll think about it. I must have been a collector of some sort!
I was the dog that got frozen in volcanic ash in Pompeii.
I was a highwayman. Along the coast rides I did ride, sword and pistol by my side.
Also a sailor, a dam-builder, Capt James T Kirk and a rain-drop. Oh and possibly a tea-pot.
tv horror writ: "I have always dreamt that I was a Viking
in a past life but other than that
I've always drowned in my dreams.
which is strange in itself
as I've never been on any kind of water
both rivers and Sea, calling Mr Ripley!!!!"
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My Beloved Brother, MAURICE,
... You're IRISH! ;D
... Shouldn't you be calling, on MR. GUINNESS, instead, of MR. RIPLEY?! ::)
... His libation is the reason, that, you've "never been 'on water'"! :D
... I've, always, imagined you, to be a STOUT fellow! :o ::) :-*
... Actually, in my past life... I AM YOU! Explain that! ;)
EXANIMO EVERNOW,
MAURICE & THE BARON & FRIENDS, GOO-O-OODD-D!, B.G.G.
I was William Burke, and every "body" knew me. Like Laura, I was a collector of sorts. I really dug my work, but the law had a bone to pick about it.
OK, here it is. I lived in Eastern Europe. I was from a farming family. I worked very hard, also I probably made bread and other types of bakery items. I must've collected rocks. Probably shiney ones with pretty colors and/or some type of layering effect on them. I don't recall displaying the rocks, I probably kept them in some kind of box and looked at them when I had a few minutes to relax.
I was at the battle for Jerusalem as depicted in film in Kingdom of Heaven. Long before that movie was ever made I had a very realistic dream about that battle. When I watched Kingdom of Heaven during the opeing of the battle sequence it was like dejavu. I felt deep inside that I had seen it with my own eyes. I was extremely weirded out to say the least.
I'm not sure what I was. I have talked to quite a few people over the years that are into both spiritual and paranormal stuff that say that I am "an old soul" and have been around a few times. A couple have said they know they have met me before.
I was a ..monster. A werewolf, when the full Autmn moon rose, and the Wolfsbane would bloom, I would change. In my past life you could find me the body of a man with features of a wolf. Roaming the woods, howling. The crisp fall air, the purple hued sky and the mansion behind me in the distance where other "monsters" lurk. I could be found lurking around a tree in the woods, leaping from behind a tombstone in the cemetary or my most vivid memory..Atop the roof of the mansion my hands around the neck of the one called Dracula trying to squeeze the life from him while the rain poured and flashes of lighting lit up the sky. Again, he would shift into bat form and leave me in agonizing defeat howling alone in the thunder and lightining and.....
Seriously? I saw this thread when I happened to be getting ready for a nap...last thing I was zoning out on was the Wolf Man Aurora box and my laptop happened to be next to me.....lol...I like to think I was rich.
no one ever says they were, like, a duck or anything. then you'd have to admit you got your head blown off trying to hump a decoy you thought was just playing hard to get.
A Jewish businessman.
In one of my lives, I was a Doll Maker (Voodoo dolls that is).
Hey Preyer, do you mean to say that Daisy was FAKING IT!!!!!
if you got that hunk of wood to quack, then, sir, you are a better duck than i. :)
Wait! Are we talking about Pinocchio or daisy here.
well, duck decoys are usually chunks of wood modelled to look like ducks.... i guess you coul make a decoy out of spam, but i reckon that would be hard to paint.