A couple of nights ago in a dream, only just remembered along with others more vivid, I opened my front door at the house I grew up in and let a child in. I saw him very vividly, though the conversation we had eluded me when I came to record it. He had brown hair and brown eyes, I think, and I recorded in my dream diary that he was younger than my youngest son.
He said he was there for something I agreed to do for him and I was very happy to do it. We danced around and played; it was very joyful. Then there was a feeling like him lying down and something heavy on him and the dream ended.
The next morning I saw the boy on the news. He was an autistic boy of 5 who had climbed his fence and was missing in Adelaide. I kept looking for the outcome of that story but missed the news reports. My friend, to whom I had relayed the dream, told me that the child had died and a Google search confirmed it. His name was Lachlan Donley.
http://www.news.com.au/adelaidenow/s...006301,00.html
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