I was asleep. There was a man talking to me, remember Det. Sgt. Yemana from the 70’s TV show Barney Miller? A hospitable character whom I guess imprinted on my brain as a young child while my parents took in their weekly boob tube fix. Cool, so why was he talking to me? This alerted my consciousness which often happens when something not quite random slips into a dream. As I slept I became aware of a figure behind him and as his image dissipated it revealed the actual entity trying to communicate with me. I was immediately freaked at what I saw and in panic forced myself to wake up. As I came back to full consciousness I was still completely anxious, especially since my body was in that you-aren’t-really-awake-yet-immobile state. I wanted to get away as quickly as possible and when I was able finally shot up and felt around to turn on the nearest possible lamp.
I was a bit unfamiliar as this was not at home. My husband and I were staying at the Yosemite Lodge and had just survived a treacherously beautiful hike up the falls that day. We went straight up to the top to be greeted by graceful snowfall and a scattering of particularly social chipmunks.
So the light is on and I can still see it. I mean, her. If I came across her in waking life I still would have been that scared. Not only was it her visage but also the emotional state she was emanating. She was freaked out also but I was too scared to pick up on anything outside her desperation to latch on to me. What I saw was a young woman with long dark hair in a yellow rain jacket and she was drenched to the bone. In fact, I intuited she had drowned because of the waterlogged, discolored nature of her very dead body. Not a pleasant sight at any time of the day or night. I sat on the bed, picked up the newspaper and began reading every stinkin’ article to distract myself. I felt her surrounding me, trying to get back to our prior rapport before I actually saw her. It was about an hour when I just started telling her to “go away!†which seemed to do the trick. (All this without waking my husband.) At the time I thought there was nothing I could do for her.
That situation really traumatized me. For months my normal receptiveness to the entities of my old house were null which had only developed very trepidatiously over many years. I only told my husband what had happened. About six months later I received a phone call from my good friend Bob. He on occasion has very intense visitations in his dreams that are always interesting to hear and so he called to share some new memories. After an odd mix of entertaining and often nonsensical endeavors he said he had a message specifically for me. “Jennifer says she is sorry.†He described the woman from Yosemite with the exception that he thought she died from exposure. She had not meant to scare me just saw an opportunity to communicate and voraciously pursued. Besides the previous description we both agree she was probably at least part-Asian or Native American and could be anywhere between 15 and 35 years old. So we are wondering if anyone knew her before these events either living or dead because she may still be out there (somewhere) trying to resolve her situation.
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