Mosaics

Today I attempted a past life regression. I meditated with a CD and became quite comfy in my white cocoon of protective light. I waited for the imagery to appear, where was I -- what was the date -- who was I? Slowly swirling lights and graphic shapes became sort of dancing into view. As I realized I was just watching dancing graphic cloudy shapes, I started to kind of talk to myself about the images. Why are you showing me foggy fire-like shadows-oh wait that looks like a silhouette of a palm tree against a stormy sky. I watched the palm tree, the storm come into view and then vanish. I waited and was thinking about the bright robin egg blue light that was forming in the distance when slowly it became a broken tiled floor- a mosaic floor with missing tiles- a dirty floor, with a very old cast iron bathtub. I was looking at the tub and it vanished more shadows, more red fiery images--bright reds, glowing oranges, then a hillside and a man with fair hair looking over his shoulder at me--he was wearing clothes that had fabric over one shoulder-maybe a sash and a long sleeved white shirt. And then he disappeared into a fog of light--then a cat meowed out my bedroom door and bam I was awake...damn cat. But as I waited to focus, stretch and rise- I thought of the man. I did not know him--but he was wearing the same color of the tiled floor pieces. Same blue. Only fragments and shapes today...what is this mosaic in my life?