I was visited in dreamtime last night from a woman who wanted me to contact her family and assure them that she was no longer in pain, was happy and was still watching over them. When I asked her name, she started humming and then singing a song. I didn't recognize the song, and she said, "It's an old Jimmy Dill song." So if this rings a bell with anyone whose loved one has passed, please know that she's still humming/singing and continues to watch over you!
NOTE: I had never heard of Jimmy Dill, so I googled "Jimmy Dill song" and discovered that he's a gospel singer and has released a cd titled "Let It Go." Here's a link: http://www.cdbaby.com/cd/jimmydill
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I had a dream of torture two nights ago. As with all my visions involving "me" as the central character, I'm merely inhabiting another person's body - I'm viewing the events through the victim's mind. I try to grab as many details that I can so that hopefully one day the crime can be solved, but so far it just seems not to be. With that said, here's the dream/vision:
I was being interrogated in a red brick basement with a window high up on the left side of the wall. It looked like an old 1800s building's basement, except the wiring and lighting dated to standard 1950s school building (or perhaps military). The man who was interrogating me was white, dark headed, scruffy beard and quite large-chested. Apparently I wasn't giving him the answers he sought because he turned red-faced and exasperatedly blew out some air and then pressed her thumbs into my upper thighs - not inner thighs exactly, but more toward the inner-upward. Sorry, I don't know how to describe the location but I could certainly show you if I could! Anyway, the pain was the most intense I had ever experienced. It was as if a million volts of electricity were charging through my body, and my head snapped back, and I suffered whiplash. I woke up then, and I realized I had snapped my head back in real time, had a bit of whiplash, too, and I was bathed in sweat. I do not know pressure points - with the exception of the carotid artery in the neck - so I asked my husband, who is a former Navy rescue swimmer and helicopter crew chief and went through extensive survival training (including prisoner-of-war camp) if there was, indeed, a pressure point on the thighs that would cause pain like I experienced. He confirmed there was. I have no idea who was being tortured - she was definitely a woman - but I got the sense it was happening right here in the US. Horrifying, truly.
