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Date published: January 4, 2003
My daughter and I were on the playground of an apartment complex where we were living. I was wearing a pair of shorts and spaghetti strap top. This type of clothing is not something I would typically wear, especially in a public place. My daughter and I got separated but I wasn’t too worried about her because she is old enough to look after herself. Then I was on a MARTA bus headed out of town. I kept wondering how I was going to get back home and decided to just stay on the bus until it head back in the direction I came from. For some reason, I ended up getting off the bus though. I saw some sheriff deputy’s in a fast food restaurant and decided to go inside and ask for help in getting back home when a small boy, about the age of 4 or 5, came up to me. He spoke to me but it was in Spanish and I couldn’t understand what he was saying. I figured out that he had lost his mother. The child was frightened. I picked him up and comforted him. I began walking around trying to find his mother but was unsuccessful. This went on for about a half-hour. During this time, the little boy would periodically become unruly but I was always able to calm him down by holding him close to me and showing him love. Then I finally saw a sheriff’s deputy and told him the little boy was lost and I was trying to find his mother. The deputy then took us to the child’s home. When we arrived there, the deputy left and the boy and I went inside. The house was very dirty. There were four men sitting in the living room and there were a few women that were moving about through the house. Everyone was wearing dirty clothes. There were lots of children running around the house as well as outside. The little boy that I had found was running around playing also but would periodically check to make sure I was still there. A woman approached me to say that the news crews were on their way and wanted to do a story on me finding the missing child. I told her, “I don’t want to do this. Can’t we just not tell anybody?” and she walked away. I was to wait. I found myself back in the house standing in the living room, but away from everyone else, just observing. I couldn’t understand what anyone was saying. I was trying to figure out the living arrangements of this household. I heard someone say the word “Mormon” and figured out that these men all had more than one wife and all of these children were theirs. The little boy that I found had become very attached to me. A woman told me that he would only behave for me and wanted to know why. I didn’t have an answer for her. Then she said to me, “You love him don’t you?” Before I woke from this dream, my last thought was that they were not going to let me leave and that one of these men had claimed me for their own.
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