u/Defiant-University-3

Everyone thinks I’m crazy but im addicted to being alone. I’ve been this way my whole life. I always liked the idea of dating but when I’d get into a relationship I would instantly miss my alone time, even when the relationship was more “hands off”. Ended up leaving my last relationship because I just didn’t want to talk to him anymore. I would not talk to him until he talked to me. I dreaded it.

So for the past 3 years I’ve been practicing a solitary lifestyle. I have discussions with myself and I’ve become my own therapist. (Very affordable lol) my mental health has skyrocketed and I can finally get myself through an education program (remote learning for the win!).

Now I’m addicted to solo travel. I feel invincible and extremely confident in myself. I find myself very beautiful and unique and it matters little what others think of me since they’re nothing to me.

Has anyone else reached this level of healing and self confidence? What has a solitary lifestyle done for you?

Compilation of past life snippets

Hello, I wanted to discuss a dream I had last night. I’ve been a lucid dreamer since I was a small child. Dreams are like real life to me, I can smell, feel, taste and move freely.

This dream stood out to me because of how unique it was set up and I believe it was a series of moments from past lives.

Here are the different scenarios I remember:

\- I was observing a man using a bow & arrow to hunt on an open field. Clouds were grey and stormy. I thought about also being a hunter because I was impressed with his form and precision. I am guessing this was “old west” era. I think I was a white or native woman in this one. He let me try his bow, and I used it perfectly on the first try. I had great strength for a woman in that era.

\- I was friends with a post office delivery man and his male friend. We would hang out every day. We were all African American, I was also a woman in this one. Not much happened really.

\- This one had hippie vibes. I’m guessing 60’s-80’s. I was a white woman. Me and a male friend and his wife were on a road trip somewhere. We stopped at a weird looking motel run by a creepy white guy with glasses and a mustache. I had weird vibes about the place and tied to tell my friend about it, who was in one of the rooms watching TV. Then I noticed the owner going through my backpack and taking my money so I confronted him and said “All of my friends are state police, they’re my drinking buddies. I’ll make sure your business is shut down for stealing from guests!!”

He didn’t like that and ended up murdering my friend’s wife while we were sleeping. Her body was in another room and I happened to stumble upon it. I ran up to my friend and started freaking out saying “we gotta go, we gotta go now!!” He walked into the room where his wife was slain and we dipped immediately, thinking we were going to be next.

While on the road I said “I wish we would’ve held our ground instead of running and leaving him to roam free and hurt other people.” And my friend replied “We’re cops. We don’t run. That was wrong.”

Then we came up with a plan to expose the motel owner without getting in trouble for not doing our job. That was the end of that scene.

(This one confused me because I thought we were just regular hippies, not undercover cops. But now I’m starting to think that final conversation happened between us after we died, and that we incarnated together in another life where we were cops. Not sure.)

\-The last scene was me sitting at a silver table in a building that also had silver walls to match. The post office man and his friend were sitting with me but they weren’t dressed in any way that indicated it. I just knew it was them. We were discussing each of the scenarios like they were memories we shared.

He kinda mentioned offhand that we get married at some point. I said now, in 1902? He said no, we get married in 1996.

I said “I guess that means we have to leave and come back…” in a kind of sad way because he had been my friend all this time and I didn’t want to wait until 1996 to be friends again. I followed up with “why don’t you just come with me now?” I gave him puppy dog eyes this time.

Then he said this, which I’m still trying to process now, it was so bizarre. He said “I don’t think \[my son’s name\] will be okay with it.”

I replied with “Oh trust me, he’s seen a lot worse.”

Everyone laughed as if they knew what I meant and understood the joke. (I was referring to the bums I’ve dated in this life but I never brought anyone around my son so I’m not sure why I made that joke.)

My friend put on his post office uniform and walked out the door and his friend followed.

I woke up after that.

If anyone has any insight please share it.
How did this person know my son’s name and why am I getting married in 1996 when I’d be a 1 year old??
Also, I just graduated the police academy. So maybe my brain is taking pieces from that experience.
Thank you for reading!

Hello, I wanted to discuss a dream I had last night. I’ve been a lucid dreamer since I was a small child. Dreams are like real life to me, I can smell, feel, taste and move freely.

This dream stood out to me because of how unique it was set up and I believe it was a series of moments from past lives.

Here are the different scenarios I remember:

- I was observing a man using a bow & arrow to hunt on an open field. Clouds were grey and stormy. I thought about also being a hunter because I was impressed with his form and precision. I am guessing this was “old west” era. I think I was a white or native woman in this one. He let me try his bow, and I used it perfectly on the first try. I had great strength for a woman in that era.

- I was friends with a post office delivery man and his male friend. We would hang out every day. We were all African American, I was also a woman in this one. Not much happened really.

- This one had hippie vibes. I’m guessing 60’s-80’s. I was a white woman. Me and a male friend and his wife were on a road trip somewhere. We stopped at a weird looking motel run by a creepy white guy with glasses and a mustache. I had weird vibes about the place and tied to tell my friend about it, who was in one of the rooms watching TV. Then I noticed the owner going through my backpack and taking my money so I confronted him and said “All of my friends are state police, they’re my drinking buddies. I’ll make sure your business is shut down for stealing from guests!!”

He didn’t like that and ended up murdering my friend’s wife while we were sleeping. Her body was in another room and I happened to stumble upon it. I ran up to my friend and started freaking out saying “we gotta go, we gotta go now!!” He walked into the room where his wife was slain and we dipped immediately, thinking we were going to be next.

While on the road I said “I wish we would’ve held our ground instead of running and leaving him to roam free and hurt other people.” And my friend replied “We’re cops. We don’t run. That was wrong.”

Then we came up with a plan to expose the motel owner without getting in trouble for not doing our job. That was the end of that scene.

(This one confused me because I thought we were just regular hippies, not undercover cops. But now I’m starting to think that final conversation happened between us after we died, and that we incarnated together in another life where we were cops. Not sure.)

-The last scene was me sitting at a silver table in a building that also had silver walls to match. The post office man and his friend were sitting with me but they weren’t dressed in any way that indicated it. I just knew it was them. We were discussing each of the scenarios like they were memories we shared.

He kinda mentioned offhand that we get married at some point. I said now, in 1902? He said no, we get married in 1996.

I said “I guess that means we have to leave and come back…” in a kind of sad way because he had been my friend all this time and I didn’t want to wait until 1996 to be friends again. I followed up with “why don’t you just come with me now?” I gave him puppy dog eyes this time.

Then he said this, which I’m still trying to process now, it was so bizarre. He said “I don’t think [my son’s name] will be okay with it.”

I replied with “Oh trust me, he’s seen a lot worse.”

Everyone laughed as if they knew what I meant and understood the joke. (I was referring to the bums I’ve dated in this life but I never brought anyone around my son so I’m not sure why I made that joke.)

My friend put on his post office uniform and walked out the door and his friend followed.

I woke up after that.

If anyone has any insight please share it.
How did this person know my son’s name and why am I getting married in 1996 when I’d be a 1 year old??
Also, I just graduated the police academy. So maybe my brain is taking pieces from that experience.
Thank you for reading!

I’m thinking about babysitting as a side hustle this summer. I have a 7 year old so I can’t just get a regular part time job. Last year we just kinda sat around until it was time for me to go to work and I feel like I could’ve been doing more.

It would be in the mornings, weekdays. 1-2 kids max. I don’t mind making lunch at home. I live in a quiet walkable neighborhood and I’m CPR certified.

How much a day would you charge? I was thinking $30, is that too high?