I have the ability to touch a touch a picture or an object and do psychic telemetry. I can also do remote viewing. These abilities only happen on occasion. I do nothing special.

On 7-18-16 I finally got a week vacation from my job.

I work in a hot factory. The job is on the graveyard shift. I am a night owl. Up all night. Sleep all day.

On 7-19-16 I was cleaning my house. It was late at night and finally I felt sleepy. I picked up a picture of my sister Gina misplaced. The picture was sitting by the kitchen sink. I had not talked to Gina in years. Gina was 9 years younger than me and we were not close as children.

Gina chose to stay distant to me and my 3 children. In 2006 Gina finally had a baby girl she named Lillith. I had not heard from Gina in years. Gina wanted to remain distant. I picked up the picture of Gina and put it by the computer at 5 am. I then proceeded to turn off the computer and got to my room and sleep.

I turned on the air conditioner and hear the roar of the fan. Those noise and me snuggled up in my blankets made me fall asleep for a while.
At 11 am I woke up and let my German Sheppard out to the bathroom. Then at 2:30 pm I could hear my grown son rapping, singing in the next room between sleep.

I went into a sleep state and saw a dream appear like a video in front of my eyes.

I saw the sign Columbia College. The study hall appeared clean and empty of students. I could see my sister Gina studying. She had her hair combed nice and neat. It was blond and her clothes were new and nicely pressed, shirt and slacks. She looked like she was studying for an exam.

Then the dream flashed to darkness. In the darkness I heard a loud voice. “Your sister’s life is in danger. Your sister’s life is in danger. Your sister’s life is in danger.” The voice yelled demanding me to do something. “Your sister’s life is in danger.” Over and over the voice yelled this.

I woke up and wanted to call her. But she never gave me her phone number. The voice terrified me. I was shaking in my bed. I then wanted to call the police. But what would I tell them. I finally contacted Gina on Facebook. She gave no response.

— Carri, United States