name=Leslie Porter
withold=no
email=beckett@mindspring.com
othernames=changed
location=Philadelphia, Pa.
DATE=1981
witnesses=3

One night back in 1981 I drempt about friends of my parents' whom I saw rarely and certainly never drempt about before. I had, out of no where, this powerful, colourful, very intense dream that I was with these people (Linda and Derek Brown) in the lobby of a hotel in Paris. Half of the hotel had fallen victim to some sort of air raid, and was bombed out. The other half was in tact, and the three of us were having breakfast there. Linda and Derek were telling me that this was the hotel where they spent their honeymoon, thirty years back. I awoke from the dream with a strange feeling.

That next day, my mother asked me to go to the Browns' to pick up food for a party she was having. This in itself was bizarre; she had never, ever before asked me to go to their house, which was not close by -- it was totally unprecedented. When I got there, Mr. Brown was tslking. He said, "Hey, did you hear about that fire last night in that hotel in Paris? The hotel burned right to the ground. That was the hotel where we spent our honeymoon!