After my sister, Cindy James, died, I dreamed that I thought I could “find” her by covering my face with a purple or mauve cloth that had a tiny hole in it. (Purple was her favorite color.)

Through this hole I could “look” into the universe and search for Cindy. I was able to see various people and images but I couldn’t seem to find Cindy anywhere. Then it dawned on me that I would see her only if I suffocated and died. I didn’t want to die yet so I started to panic about having this cloth over my face. I woke up.

After my first dream with the mauve cloth, I decided the concept was good but the panic needed to be eliminated. Many nights I went to bed and dreamed I was looking for Cindy through that tiny hole in the cloth. I was not afraid of dying anymore but I began to wonder if it was possible to ‘find’ her while I was still alive. Even while I was in Africa before the 1990 inquest I tried searching the skies for her, thinking it would work in a different location. No luck.

And then while I was sleeping, in the wee hours of August 15, 1990, I had an incredible experience that appeared as the reverse of one Cindy’s nightmares…

…And I saw Cindy.

And she was more “bright” and beautiful than I ever remembered her as—lovelier than anyone could imagine. And serene!

And we communicated…

Melanie Hack
Author of Who Killed My Sister, My friend
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