Peggy Holloway - Judith McCain 05 - Monroe Beach by Peggy Holloway Page B

with information and couldn’t get focused.
    “Judith, M ay I interrupt you here and ask about your experiences in working with people and their dreams.”
    “Thanks, Simon for coming to my rescue. Maybe you can help keep me focused. I’ve worked with kids who were having nightmares. I use what I call directive dreaming. I’ve found that you can actually be the director of your dreams. It takes some practice but it can be done.
    “Actually, I have mixed feelings about this technique because I think dreams are important to work through issues at the subconscious level. Also, you can learn a lot about the issue of inner conflicts from someone’s dreams.
    “My repeating dreams I had all of my childhood, and into my teen years, were really memories of being kidnapped at age three and my sister Julia had the same repeating dream because we were kidnapped at the same time. She had the same memories.”
    Robert cleared his throat, “Judith, bottom line, do you think it’s possible to enter someone else’ s dreams?”
    “I really can’t say. I’ve never run across it in all the dream work I’ve done with patients.”
    Delilah had been sitting quietly, listening to me and she finally spoke up.
    “I know I ain’t got your education, me. But I’ve seen some things and I have run across this here before and I ain’t lying. I’m goin to tell you something I witnessed with my own eyes.
    “Down there in the bayous in Louisiana a lot of strange things happen. You all heard about Voo Doo. Well there was this young girl who we believed was possessed. She didn’t practice Voo Doo, no. But she had been raised by two bootleg uncles and they was all three a little strange. We always suspected that they practiced incest.
    “When she got into high school , some of the girls in her class started making fun of her and accusing her of having sex with her uncles. The boys all wanted to date her because they thought she was an easy lay.
    “Outwardly she was very shy and seemed to tolerate all the torture, by her classmates, but all of a sudden, some of these teens started killing each other. They arrested the killers and they all claimed that they had been ordered to kill in their dreams.
    “All of them claimed that this young girl had demanded that they either do these killings or die themselves. They believed it because a few weeks before this started, a sixteen year old boy died in his sleep and they never found anything wrong with him.”
    We waited but she appeared to be finished with her story. Simon laid his hand on her arm and she looked into his eyes. He didn’t ask her what happened but he seemed to have the answer. “Don’t worry, honey,” He said. “I understand what you had to do.”
    Neither one of them said any more. I guessed that she must have killed the girl herself. I wanted to ask some questions but I knew Simon and Robert didn’t want what happened said out loud. If they didn’t know, then they wouldn’t have to arrest her.
    Sarah had been listening but hadn’t said anything until now. “I had this sudden urge tonight to go down on the beach but I didn’t know why. I kept dreaming I was on the beach and, the next thing I knew, I was on the beach. It scared me so badly and I screamed and now I’m here.”
    “And I had been dreaming of swimming and I don’t even know how to swim. I never learned,” Delilah said. “Next thing I know I’m out in the water fighting the waves. I thought I was going to drown or freeze to death, me.”
    Robert let out a long breath. “So, it’s a warning from Randy or whoever the hell he is. But what I can’t figure out is why you slept well yourself, Judith.”
    “I was wondering the same thing and a lso wandering why he didn’t come into your dreams and get you to open the cell door. Wouldn’t that make more sense?”
    Then I thought about Jupiter and how she played games with me and about the sociopathic personality part of her that enjoyed