for as long as I can remember, I have had this dream, in which how ever old I am at the time of the dream is how old I am in the dream, but I move through life, present and past on an elevator going up and down, each "Floor" is a moment of one life or another I have lived, or supposed to have lived. One floor I am a little girl again reliving the time my dad was teaching me how to count (I was about 4) and no matter how many time he tried I would skip over the number 7..... then I would get back on the elevator and move to another floor, where I was an old man working a farm and watching my cattle across the back 40..... on the elevator and I was a princess in King Henrys court, and off to another floor, I never step off the elevator, just watch as the doors open and relive that event... some times the memory makes me smile, other times I wake up people in my house screaming... I have not had this dream in a while but I had it again this morning. I dont really believe in "past lives" but when I have this dream it makes me wonder if we are "recycled" spirits sometimes...