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The Time I Met with Homicide Detectives
This was when I worked at a mental health group home. I was telling my boss of my dream that was all about a murder that had taken place in our province. I don't know why I had dreamed about this murder but it was very strange and very detailed. I don't claim to be a psychic of any sort but at this time in my life it was very strange. It was like a short time frame of being in tune with things that had already happened.
At this time I was also on an anti-depressant called Zoloft so it may have caused some strange phenomenon. I believe I only took it for a few months due to some strange side effects. I told my boss that in my dream I saw the murder victim's husband take her dead body out of the back of his truck. I said how he carried it and then how that I knew it was all cut up in a black garbage bag. I saw the highway number and the type of trees and small bridge nearby. I saw how he took the bag of cut up body parts and put it in a creek. It was winter time so you know how dreams are sometimes it doesn't make sense. Obviously, the creek would have been frozen.
This story was in the news from time to time and although I didn't pay much attention to it my boss did find out that this person was not convicted of the crime. Regardless, my manager pressured me to call the police with the information on my dream. I don't know why I did it but I did. I called the police non-emergency line and told them that I had a dream and wasn't sure if they were interested in hearing about it. Sure enough they called me back and asked if I would meet with two homicide detectives at a nearby Chinese restaurant. To be honest I thought it was sort of exciting so I agreed. When I arrived I sat down and they introduced themselves and asked if I could explain in detail to them about the dream. I told them first off that I didn't claim to be a psychic of any sort. I just told them about my dream. They wrote it all down and asked some questions. One of them was talking to me as the other one was analyzing my body language. Perhaps they thought that I knew something about the murder or knew the accused. Perhaps they thought I was just an attention seeker. They asked if I had any other dreams similar to this one in the past. I answered that I had and told them all about a cold case murder from ten years previous.
I really wanted to stress that I worked at the mental health group home and was not a resident. We had a smoke and talked about their job a little bit. At this time you could smoke at restaurants and just before one of the detectives pulled out his pack of cigarettes I already knew the brand and color of the pack. It was a strange time.
They asked me why I came now with this information and I answered that I had only had the dream last night. They thought this was very strange because the accused was going to be in court this very day. I had no idea. The detectives said that if I remember anything else to call them.
Interestingly enough, years later I took a small self business course and met a lady in my class. She was into tarot cards and things like that. I told her about some of my dreams and the particular one that I met with the detectives about. It is a small world indeed because she said that she knew the accused and that he had a cabin at the same place where her cabin was located. Strangely enough the cabins are located off the same highway number I saw in my dream. She said that everyone in the little community believes that he killed his wife and put her cut up body in the well.