Indigo Dreams

Do you ever have those dreams that you can’t shake for the whole day? The type that has a “message” that you must do something about. About a month ago (well it was January 22nd to be exact) I had a very vivid and unexplained dream about a little blonde girl and she had been abducted or something had happened to her. I feel she was dead. It wasn’t my daughter. There was a silver car involved, distinct and important. The car was worth noting, but there was something very unusual about it. I was looking for this girl with my mom and a friend driving around in this pick-up truck. It was so vivid. We drove back and forth, up and down Front Street in Sioux Lookout looking for this girl. I could see her face in my mind in the dream and there was a man in the silver car. He did something to her, but I wasn’t sure if he was really bad or not. It was vivid and disturbing. I wrote it down in the morning and I had this sense it had really happened. It felt like something west coast to me. Vancouver or Washington.

Just this last week I had this need to google “indigo child” in the news. Up came a picture of this little girl. The same girl from my dream. She had been out in a schoolyard being towed around by her dad on an inflatable raft behind his pick-up truck. She of course had passed away tragically. Her spirit was so unique that they often described her as being the classic “Indigo Child”. I had the dream on January 22nd and her funeral was the 23rd. She died on January 16th and the accident happened in Washington. She was from Vancouver, Washington and had spent most of her life there. I knew there was something more to this dream that made it stand out. I felt like that little girl was calling me, trying to get me to do something or solve the mystery of her death.

http://www.columbian.com/news/localNews/01242007news96523.cfm


I wonder what the car had to do with my dream? Perhaps the teenager present at the accident had a silver car? Perhaps the raft or tube was silver?

http://www.columbian.com/obituaries/obitResults.cfm?date=01/21/2007

Her name was Madison Gecho and maybe Madison reached out to me to confirm something to me, I am an Indigo Child. Perhaps her message was delivered all over this world. Most disturbing to me is her grandmother’s nickname of Kiki. That is my nickname. Maybe I will never solve what she needed me to solve. Maybe I will be left with it haunting me. But there was an understanding in that dream. It wasn’t a dream. It carried a message and I knew it. So I wrote it down. I wouldn’t be the first person in my family to do this. Have such dreams. Would I?!

May Madison's spirit rest, for her return will be with her family again. Her old soul is alive and refuelling with spirit. She will come back to her loved ones. In true Indigo style and true Indigo determination.

signed, the willow