“Dreams Are Made of This” - A Child's Ability to Remember a Past Life

Reincarnation.
I’m not saying I believe…or not. 

I’m just saying that one instance in my own childhood made the question far more compelling if the experience had not happened.
Children dream, as do adults, and sometimes those dreams, even for dreams, seem a wee bit too real.
Case in point, a dream I had at a very early age, four or five, that has always stayed with me, the images and the feelings more profound than any before or since.
The gist is as follows;
I’m flying over the farmland in Ontario, very near my birth home, diagonally, as the crow flies. Only in this dream, I have never seen the area before. I am arriving for the very first time and this flight is the flight I am taking just before I am born. Once I reach my house, the flight ends, I as the flyer disappear and I awake.
End of dream.
Not very spectacular, huh?
Not very spine-chilling, I know.
But something that I felt, which I can now only coin as a “Before-Birth Experience”, similar to After-Death experiences related by others, has stayed with me all these years. That I knew, even at that young age, that this dream wasn’t like other dreams. This one felt real, felt other-worldly, felt before I was me, before I existed as I do now.
Yeppers, you bet, I said nothing to no one for the longest time. I kept mum knowing full well that anyone I did tell would just poo-poo the experience as another one of Burb’s “Technicolor” 3D dream-state fantasies, as God knows, as does everyone else, I am never in short supply!
So I sat on the experience and accepted the norm that indeed it was my oh, so vivid imagination until I saw a documentary on reincarnation, that focused on children having the ability, over adults, to remember past lives they have lived prior to their present one.
Carol Bowman, M.S. author, lecturer, counsellor, past life regression therapist, and pioneer in reincarnation studies who operates the website resource, Past Life Centre, describes children’s past life experiences as follows;
“Many children remember their past lives-spontaneously, without hypnosis or prompting. Some as young as two and still in diapers blurt out, "I remember when I died before" or "My other mommy had curly hair". They often describe details that they had no way of learning in this life.  Some remember startling personal details of relatives who died before they were born.
Only recently here in the West have children's past life memories been researched and documented. These memories have long been accepted in other cultures. Now we know that these memories happen naturally to young children in all countries of the world, regardless of the beliefs of their parents.  They can happen any time to any very young child, but parents often don't notice because they don't know it's possible or don't know what to look for.
The vividness and emotional maturity with which toddlers relate facts from adult lives—and even tell of their deaths—signals that something extraordinary is happening here.  These children have much to teach us.  Children’s past life memories is a phenomenon with far-reaching implications for every person who is curious about the truth of reincarnation and wonders about their own past lives.”
It may be just a child’s ability to freely imagine over an adult’s structured imaginings.
It may be just fantasy or wishful thinking.
It may be, just as most surmise, a silly little dream.
Funny, though, that if that’s all it was, it has disturbed me and made me ponder all these decades, if I, my soul, actually did fly over Beaverdale, Ontario, on my way to this Life, the Life I am now living, from a prior Life lived?
It gives the term “death” a whole new meaning, that maybe, just maybe, defines an experience not as awful or as traumatic as we all tend to fear for ourselves.
By the way, just in case you’re wondering, I did tell my Mother years later, and by my demeanour she knew I wasn’t kidding and chose not to make fun of me or my experience…
But I can honestly say that I have never flown since…mores the pity, really.