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122 “Did you recognize the woman?” | asked. “Do you know her?” “Yeah,” Casey said, naming a casual acquaintance with whom we've never had any social involvement. “I really tried to think it was just a dream,” he said, “and that maybe | was going through some sort of mid-life mental quake, but | don’t think that’s it. Anyway, | didn’t tell you about it because | didn’t want to worry you. But after the second dream, | can’t keep this quiet any more.” “Why?” | asked. “Was it something awful?” “No,” he said, “it wasn’t a bad dream. Do you remember me telling you the dream where we were detectives?” “Yes,” | replied, recalling the conversation quite clearly. “Well, that was the dream,” Casey continued. “I told you about it at breakfast, and we talked about whether it was symbolic. And | really thought it was. Until two days ago.” “What happened?” | asked. “| was at the mall with a friend for lunch,” he said. “We had eaten and were heading around to the escalator, and then this woman came around the corner, dressed all in black. She was blonde, genuine blonde, and her skin matched the color, eyes, too. She looked at me, started to lift up her arms, and said, ‘H-h-hello!’ And then she seemed to get real confused and walked on past me.” “What did you do then?” | asked. “Did you go after her or talk to her?” “No,” he said, “we went up the escalator , and when | got to the top | turned and looked back down there. She was still there, looking very disoriented, and then she walked off slowly.” “So what did that have to do with the dreams?” | wondered. “That woman in the mall,” Casey said, “was the same woman | saw in the detective dream. That was her! In the flesh! | recognized her immediately, and | swear she acted like she recognized me, too. You know how you'll reach out to hug a friend you haven't seen in a long time? That’s how it was, and when she reached for me | was starting to reach for her, too.” “What do you think is going on?” | asked. “What does this mean?” “| don’t know,” he replied. “I thought that was just a dream, but there was the real woman. So now | don’t know if the first one was a dream, either. And that was a bad situation.” “Do you remember anything specifically sexual happening in the first one?” | asked, thinking of the encounters in other abductee reports. “| didn’t see anything like that happen,” Casey told me. “I only saw us kneeling in front of each other, nude and scared and angry. We were in a circle of bright light that came from somewhere above us, and everything outside of that was too dark to see. But | sensed it was a very large room. Something could have gone on, either before that or after, and | just don’t remember.”