have a persistent memory of being murdered. I was born
in San Francisco in 1963, and have lived in many different
parts of the world, but have always felt an attraction
to the coast of Northern California, and now live within
driving distance of it. During days off, I enjoy traveling
along Highway 1 and visiting the many secluded beaches.
At one of them-near the town of Eureka-I was struck
by a memory of something terrible happening.
my mind's eye, I had a vision of being a young woman
of about 19 or 20, driving along Highway 1 in an off-white
convertible, possibly an MG or an MGA. The driver was
a man with brown eyes and short brown hair that was
slightly curly. He laughed a lot but seemed preoccupied
(I'm speaking as the woman now) stopped at a sheltered
cove and walked along the short beach toward some rocks.
I think we took our shoes off. As we climbed on the
rocks, I turned away from him to look out over the water,
and he struck me on the back of my head with a rock.
Then he strangled me. I must have left my body, because
I can see him even now stuffing my corpse into a crevasse
and covering it with a large rock, like a makeshift
cairn. He threw the bloody rock into the sea.
I contemplated this strange vision, I was struck by
the thought that he-whoever he was-had gotten away with
this crime, and that he was still living in San Francisco.
I have looked at vehicles like the one in my vision,
which leads me to believe that the incident occurred
sometime around 1960. What's also interesting is that
I have always been fascinated by the idea of missing
persons. Now I have to wonder if I was one.
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Posted March 26, 2010