You are not me. You can't understand why I cry over the things I do. You have to understand I come from a long line of people who had psychic abilities. I will blog about that at a later time. As for now... I had a horrible dream. Maria. She was a Marine. She disappeared from a camp in NC. I never met her in my life. The dream went like this: I see her face, she was walking down a road and.... this guy... followed her, an evil look in his eyes, she knew him, she knew him well, he had hurt her before, he grabbed her, and he hit her, and he strangled her some, and he hit her with an object... a sharp object on the face... punched her... all sorts of things... and she died. I saw her face... I did not know her name. I woke up from the dream feeling like I had seen it happen for real. How was I to know a few days later, I'd be reading the news on the internet and see her story? How was I to know? I saw her picture, she looked so angelic... wore her heart on her sleeve cautiously so. She had been raped by her roommate apparently... and was to testify against him about the crime. They are looking for him now. However, it is too late for justice to be served, for her to live a life of happiness well after the fact. She is dead. She is dead and she was to have a child. She was eight months pregnant when she disappeared. My heart aches for her. I feel terrible that she died the way she did, but in my heart... I know she is safe now. As for the man they look for... I see him. I see his piercing eyes. I see his unhappiness. I see the look he gave her as he ended her life. I know he is near something involving Cuba, Cuban. I may be a bit strange, but I grieve over this. I grieve over the loss of another kind spirit gone. I grieve over the mother who will never have the chance to watch her child grow. She is in Heaven now, holding her baby... singing sweet songs, cradling the innocent. This is a horrible dream come true. Welcome to the world I live in. People die and they come to me in my dreams.
