It was July of 2006 and I wish I could find the journal entry I wrote of the exact date but I will tell the dream w/every detail I remember. I was a younger girl, very small, I remember noticing 'hey, I'm not me' in the dream.
I was seeing everything through her eyes. The first part was in flashes, a Spanish waiter flirting with a group of school girls in uniform, then I'm laying in a tiny bed, I see a leaky ceiling, then there's a black mass in the doorway.
It reaches over with an inhuman arm and covers my mouth, then it is on top of me, I can't breathe, and it says in a deep gravelly voice 'Don't you remember me, John Dickinson?' then I see the Spanish waiter rummaging through 'my' duffel bag and taking a photo with him.
Now, when I woke up, I was haunted by this, I intended to get to the bottom of this, I meditated on the girl, which was easier to do then being single and without a child, I cried a lot and felt grief.
Finally I decided to google the name I heard in the dream. I found an article from a British news source with the picture of a very small 13 year old school girl, Caroline Dickinson, her father was John. She died on the exact date I had the dream, it was the 10 year anniversary.
She was ra**d and suffocated to death by a Spanish waiter who had murdered a girl hours before, she was a British girl staying in a hostel on a school trip to France this guy just walked right in and killed her.
The way he got caught was showing off a picture he had of her. I guess that's all, I've had plenty of strange dreams but nothing this disturbing.
I think we are all connected and I must have tapped into these parents grief for their daughter, having a daughter myself I cant imagine the pain.
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