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March 18, 2014

With an apologetic but desperate look in her eyes, she said, "Remember what you told me? About the dreams you have that show you things, things you shouldn't know about?"

Shivers ran down me as I looked from face to face. They were not laughing anymore.

From the bookshelf, she picked out a bottle-green glass oval. It had a net as translucent as a spider's web within it, and at the center was the crude drawing of a palm.

"Do you recognize this?"

I did. I had seen it in a dream and told her about it the next day.