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The Little Boy

(NOTE:  The following incidents began in Cedar City, Utah) 

One night, not too long ago, it was late at night and I was extremely tired. I got into bed and began to dream... I was in my own bed, which was kitty-corner to the door of my bedroom. The room was dark and there was a bright light streaming in from behind the little blonde haired boy who had entered and was standing at the edge of my bed. He spoke extremely soft but I could still make out his words, "Can I use your blanket?". It was a strange question, I'll admit, but I felt tired and wanted to please him quickly, so I tossed my blanket to him. "what are you going to do with it?" I asked as he folded the blanket. "make a fort for Mindy and Mary Beth." the small boy replied, Mindy and Mary Beth being the name of my aunt and mom. "can I use your pillow too?" he asked. Once again, I granted his request, this time throwing my pillow to him. I watched him as he settled the blanket under the pillow and started to walk out of the room. "Thank you." he said sweetly. When I woke up the next morning, my pillow and blanket were folded neatly and at the foot of my bed.

About 3 weeks after the dream, I was visiting my grandmother in Salt Lake City, UT. While sleeping in her basement, I had the exact same dream, except instead of a little blonde haired boy, it was a teenage girl with dark brown hair. Once again, my pillow and blanket were folded neatly and in the end of my bed.

When spending the night at my cousin's house, I told my cousin whom I trust very well, about these dreams and she said that our uncle, Al, was older brother to both our mothers, Mindy and Mary Beth, and that he was very much blonde headed when he was younger, and that he had died in one of the world wars. She also suggested that he could have been that little boy in my dream. as for the girl, she was clueless. I don't know how to explain any of this or if I'm even supposed to but all I know is that all this means something.

-Unsigned.

           


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