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When I became lucid, I became aware of why I had gone there and what was going on in the town I was in.
People were reportedly disappearing and coming down with very strange illnesses.
There was this man who was pretending to help solve crimes and aid in healing sick people but in fact, he was the cause of all these things going on.
I saw him with my own eyes when a very close friend I was in Dream with became 'deathly' ill after this man walked by us.
What he pretended to be was merely a very good glamor that changed his appearance to most people.. he was a very strong energy vampire.
After I healed my friend, he begged me not to do my job that was to stop this 'man'.
He was afraid I would get hurt when I tried to apprehend this fiend. He said "Don't you love me, why don't we just walk away from this and Wake Up"
Then went on to say for me to move where he was (he lives far away geographically from me). That is, if I wasn't in love with the guy I am dating any longer.
I was so shocked to hear by BF's name I woke.

I had just moved to a small rural town circa maybe in the 1800s. All people that lived here were divided into two "factions"
and I was living within one of the sects. The groups hated each other passionately, and had no trust to those in Other faction.
The town was torn in a battle between the two.

Unexpectedly, I saw someone that I had not seen in a VERY long time and I had not seen him before in this town.
After watching from afar for some time one day I walked up to him on the wooden sidewalk and called him "Roland"
wondering if he would know/recognize me. He told me that he is not called Roland any longer and now his name is ______.

I was drawn to him; even if I had not wanted to go him, I would still would have even knowing what would happen if I did.
Me talking to him caused an uproar within the group I was with, since he was not OF them.

Eventually the tension was too much for me to handle and I moved in with not-Roland.
As I was bringing my things into his house, and looking around he started saying to me
that no lady living within his house would ever be harmed, talked down to or made to do anything that that did not wish to do.
This was so they would have more time to devote to whatever does move them; the numerous inner drives that motivate in directions unknown.
I understood, now, why he was considered dangerous.. this was not the way of the town.

One day, I was looking through his books and came across one that looked more like a diary. I resonated, like I had an inner vibration going through me, at the sight of this book
although I was a little wary of opening it. What I saw inside was a page with "I will look across time and smile at you fondly" in my own penmanship/handwriting.
It was a love letter to my Beloved that I had written..lifetimes ago as I was dieing. I had known I would see him again.
Somehow, he had kept it.

(this was a lucid dream..but it felt like at the same time, I was re-enacting a past life. My awareness was me now..interwoven with me..then.
The man's name now/presently was the only part I could not recall as I wrote this out)