I had a weird dream back when I first started reading about Haleigh. It wasn't about her, but about a girl at my grandson's school who has a physical disability. I dreamt that I was someone else, and was in a strange house with brown paneling. I/whoever I was, was in a den that opened into the kitchen dining area, and was expected to help. The girl's mother had drugged her before the meal I helped serve, and was purposely letting her die because she would never be normal. I was shocked after realizing what happened, and kept telling the mother that she'd regret it and needed to call someone, but I didn't call the police for some reason and was worried about leaving fingerprints. The girl was laying on a little bed beside a wall in the kitchen area, and covered head to toe with a bright blue lightweight blanket. It was a disturbing and odd dream.
