Now this is something I haven’t shared with people before because it sounds strange when I say it out loud. I am 30 years old now but as a young child 6-8 I used to have an insane fascination with ancient Egypt. I wanted every book about the subject and I felt really connected to it. I used to have a recurring dream/nightmare where It was in first person and I was much older than my age (6-8) while in the dream I was maybe 14-16. It was set in a nomadic place with tents everywhere that I lived in with my family (none of whom looked like my real life family). I witnessed my mother being murdered by a man who seemed like a leader and a group with him. He was much taller than me and had some robe on and white wrap on his head. He notices that I witnessed it and starts chasing me. I fall and he catches up to me. He tells me that I’ll never see the light of day again. I get put in a large hole and I feel dirt being thrown at me and I’m buried alive.

I can’t help but feel that deep down I’ve known that it wasn’t just a recurring nightmare but might be something else. I also feel weird even considering that as well it makes me question my deep fascination with Egypt at the time when I have zero interest in it now. I’m also of middle eastern descent as my parents were immigrants to the US. Anyways that’s my story. Not sure what to believe though.