1993
The Murderous Spirit
I had a vision where I was walking along the edge of a lake in South America at dusk. I was very frightened. The shadows were deep, the trees grew almost to the edge of the lake. The light was failing. I was suddenly attacked by a large man, coming at me from behind a tree. I had a long, sharp knife in my hand. As he came towards me, I stabbed him up to the hilt of the knife, and used his momentum to cast him into the lake. I let go of the knife, leaving it buried in his chest, as I pushed him into the water. I ran away. I didn't know if he died of the wound or by drowning, but I knew I was responsible for his death. My guilt about his death made me very afraid.
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