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I was murdered by my husband's best friend
Memory: This I have dreamed about was in the 1920s sometime, I think either 1923 or 1926, both those numbers stand out in my mind so something significant could have happened in 1923 and then my life came to an end in 1926. I see myself as a young wife with the bobbed hair and the flapper dresses, so this is how I am assured of the time period. My husband is much older than I, with a stocky build and moustache. We have a six year old daughter and her name is Terese. She likes to dress similar to me and we are very close. My husband's best friend and business partner is a young, dashing and handsome man about my age, and I am sure I was about 26/27 years old. In my dream I knew that this man, my husband's business partner, had been molesting my daughter and I see myself holding the little girl and comforting her telling her everything would be ok. I then see myself talking to this man, telling him that I will tell my husband and expose him, and that he would lose all his business opportunities, etc. The next thing I see in my dream is this man dragging me down a path in the woods, he is holding tightly onto my right wrist and he is holding a gun in his other hand. He is yelling and rambling, saying that I am not going to tell anyone anything, that he is going to silence me forever, that no one is ever going to find me and that he is going to keep on molesting my daughter and that my husband will never find out. I am scared, helpless, crying, pleading but he will not let me go. I had a strong impression that this took place in the current place I live, and I knew it was summertime. This man brings me to an area where he had already dug out a hole, and he pushes me in this hole and starts covering me up with leaves and dirt. He is still yelling, saying no one is ever going to find me and he is going to silence me forever. I knew this happened the day before I was planning to tell my husband about our daughter being molested. I then see this man striking a match and I see flames. I remember the panic, the f! ear and the thoughts of my poor daughter and husband, how they would miss me, how I couldnt protect Terese anymore and how no one was ever going to find me. My dream was so intense that I could feel the heat from the flames on my hands and face. I felt and saw myself burning alive. I woke up crying, knowing that no one ever found me. In this dream I knew my husband as my current boyfriend in this life and the man who murdered me was one of his best friends when we first met, but thank goodness this guy has moved far away and we no longer speak to him!
Submitted by:Raquel...Jun 2003
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