I woke up in a chilling sweat. I sat up on the bed and looked at the street light out the window that made a cross on the glass. " What the hell was that," I mumbled in a whisper, not to wake my wife. I slowly got out of bed and made my way to the living room. I sat on the couch and began remembering the dream.

I could see the big iron gates hanging from two white brick pillars. Crosses on top of grave monuments were pillowed by still clouds in the stagnant sky. The right gate was bent over, to make my way in. I walked through the graveyard while glancing at names on the head stones. Allen, Smithers, Jameson, Carls, Lacie and Jenkins are a few I could remember.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw movement ahead in a darker corner of the cemetary. I don't know why, but I wasn't afraid and I was determined to find out what it was. I ran towards where I saw it. The large old tree limbs were hanging down like dark claws as I approached the place. I stopped suddenly when I saw what the movement was. I was only a few yards away. I couldn't move, I just stared at her.

A woman was crawling up some old rock steps in the graveyard. She was naked. It was night time and she was crying while searching for something. It felt so cold and the clouds were an erie gray. I could feel she was trying to tell me something. She was looking at me, then looking over the top step of the graveyard. She was behind a small tree that had large leaves.

She dug her hand into the ground and held up a clump of dirt and grass for me to see. Her eyes focused on the clump she had in her hand as she whispered, "Janet." She looked back up and right at me with a haunting desperation. She then laid down on the small hill beside the steps with her left foot on the third step.

She rested her head on her hand with her right elbow in the grass by the top step. I tried to speak to her but she just kept looking towards the graveyard. I shouted out,"hey, lady, are you ok!" She didn't flinch. Her long dark hair curled over her shoulder and I could barely see her profile. She just laid there, looking towards the graves on top of the hill.

I managed a few steps closer and the beautiful naked woman began to fade. I stepped back quickly and slid to my knee on the wet grass. She stopped fading, looked down and put her left hand on her right breast. Her lips didn't move and I swear I heard a child's voice say, "mommy." The voice was hollow and high pitched. Another child's voice came shortly after singing," Hush little baby, hush little one."

This voice had a lower pitch but sounded like it was muffled in water. I wanted to help her somehow, yet I knew that I couldn't get closer. I spoke to her in the calmest voice I could muster, " lady, what do you want me to do?" She turned a little and dug her right foot into the ground and whispered, "Janet, Janet, Janet." I felt myself being pulled away and I didn't want to go.

In a swirl of falling black leaves, I woke from the dream. That was all I could remember. I really tried hard and even put on a pot of coffee to help but got nothing more. I tried to go back to sleep around sunrise but couldn't. The dream had upset me so much that sleeping was out of the question.

I turned on the TV and caught the end of a story about a missing woman. Her face looked a little like the woman in my dream but her hair seemed a little shorter. The reporter said," If you have seen Janet March, please call the police at." As he was giving the number of the police department, I was spewing stale coffee on the floor. After about ten deep breaths, I got up fast to get the phone.

I picked up the phone when it hit me. If I call the police and tell them I had a dream about this woman, they will be sending the looney wagon for me. I walked over and sat back down on the couch with a sigh of sadness. "I have to do something, this woman is missing and my dream might help find her. God, why me!" Guilt was jumping on my back and reason was knocking it off.

I decided to go and get a local paper at the convenient store. I walked about three blocks and could see the newspaper vending machines in orange and blue boxes in front of the store. The closer I got, the more I could see. There behind the glass, laying down on the pile was the picture of her face!

I nervously dropped in my quarters, opened it up and grabbed the top paper. I must have stood there for ten minutes, reading about the missing woman named, Janet. I walked home reading it. When I got home I read it again. I sat on the couch and stared at her picture while remembering the dream. The paper stated that Janet's husband said, " she probably just ran off for a couple of weeks."

I decided, with the help of my wife that I should wait a little while and see what happens in the next few days. We watched the news stories about Janet like hawks from then on. There were accusations from Janet's family and a murder investigation was launched. A massive search went out over the entire county and surrounding areas. She was never found.

I picked up the phone many times and couldn't call. To this day, I believe that somehow, Janet came to me in a dream. She may have been trying to tell me that she was buried in or near a graveyard I don't know.  She had two small children and maybe theirs were the voices I heard. Sometimes I wish I had made the call but something inside always told me not to. I don't know why?   

I found out recently that her husband was charged with murder and convicted  in 2006.  It was ten years from the summer night of 1996 when I had the dream. They never found her body.

Her face was in my dream. Her face was under the headlines in the newspaper. I hope, she has gone on to heaven.