Unfinished – Did A Dream Foretell A Missing Child?

18 August 2016 | Your Stories

I was twenty-nine years of age at the time (currently thirty-five), living by myself in a small ranch style home. Being a psychotherapist, I’ve had plenty of experiences analyzing dreams. However, on this particular night, the task wasn’t very simple. I had four dreams, all of which were continuations. Each dream was building off of each other. The first dream in the set of four is the one that I will discuss.

In my dream, I woke and saw a teenage girl, probably seventeen years of age, sitting at the foot of my bed. She was wearing short, tight jean shorts with a yellow top. I looked at her, puzzled, and asked, “Who are you?”

She didn’t answer me and her affect was flat. The only movement was in her hands as she was twirling a little hand-held American flag.

“What do you want,” I asked as my interest in the event ballooned.

Needless to say, I never received an answer. She looked at me once more and then proceeded to walk out of the room.

The dream was over.

A few days later, still feeling the  effect of the dream, I disclosed my experience to my girlfriend who is now my wife. My wife, being a terrific artist, said, “I’m gonna sketch a picture of the girl you saw.”

“Okay,” I responded, excited to see the likeness.

She drew the picture, and she drew it well. The picture that my girlfriend drew was dead-on, no pun intended. Like most objects of mine, I put the picture away and forgot that it existed.

Four years later

It was early morning when I arrived at the fitness center, and hanging on the front door was a flier, it read: Missing Person. For the sake of the story, I will not disclose the individual’s name.  Nevertheless, the flier caught my interest. Later that night, after I returned home from work, the story of the missing girl was on every news channel. I thought to myself, geez, she looks familiar. I asked my wife, “Do we know her?”

She said, “No.”

As days moved on, I kept thinking of the missing girl, until one night my thoughts turned into an obsession. I was searching for an important document when I came across the picture that my wife drew four years prior, and thought; holy crap! The girl in the picture and the missing person were one of the same, even the clothing she was wearing when she was last seen were an exact match.

I’ve never told anyone this story. However, I am investigating this case independently, not on a spiritual level (because no one would believe me), but on a forensic, psychological level. This case has yet to be solved and is an active investigation.

You know; I lie awake almost every night wondering, why. Maybe, I’ll never know. But, until I find my answers, my life will be unfinished.

To be continued….

Submitted by Charles B.

© 2016, G. Michael Vasey & My Haunted Life Too. All rights reserved.

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