I am all grown up in this dream (remember, I had it in 1977 when I was 15) and I am walking in this large landscaped park with my daughter, whose about 8 or 9, holding my hand.

This park is part of the Gateway Technical Institute campus in Racine, Wisconsin.  It's right on the edge of Lake Michigan.  Lot's of manicured lawn.  Plenty of trees - but not forest-like.

The wind kicks up pretty strong.  The sky clouds over quickly.  I feel panic in the air.  Is a tornado about to hit?  Suddenly the sirens start blaring.  Yes.  A tornado.  Or mabye something else very bad.

I look around and see people coming out of buildings and congregating but the trees for protection.  (NOT something you should do in a tornado, by the way!) Or, they're running home.

In the distance, on the lake, I see battleships.  They are lining up on the coast of the lake.  I am scared.  These are bad men.  I feel like it's WWII and these are Nazi's ... but they aren't.  Just bad men.

And they are coming for me.  For all of the men in town.

I turn away from the lake and two women are approaching us.  Aunts come to mind.  My aunts?  Or my child's aunts?  I'm not certain.  They are calm amidst all the panic around us.

I squat down to my daughter's level and hold tight to her shoulders.  Tears are rolling down her checks.  I tell her "I have to go.  I'll be back as soon as I can."  I glance at the two women, "Your aunts will take care of you.  Be good."

One of the women grabs my daughter's hand and pulls her close.  I look off into the distance at the ships and start walking toward them.

The dream goes black.

The dream begins again but many years later and now I am one of the aunts!  I am holding the hand of a young girl maybe 14 and I know it is my daughter from the beginning of the dream.  We are walking in a shopping mall.  It's a tall mall ... 5 stories ... you know how malls are with a ring of stores around an are open all the way to the floors below.  There are railings all around.

My niece looks at me with a smirk, "Watch me.  Look what I can do!" and she leaps lithely up onto the railing.  I'm not really scared for her for falling, but that people will see her.  She runs along the railing as if it were a wide boulevard, laughing all the way.  I warn her to be careful as I catch up to where she is standing.  She tells me she can do something special and she leaps across the gap, five stories up, as if it were a small puddle she was hopping over!

I run to her using the bridge across the gap and grab her with a somewhat steamy look.  "You can't do things like that.  We're not the same as them.  You shouldn't show off."

In that instance in the dream I understand that I am a witch (for lack of a better word) and my niece has inherited the ability too.  I also know that my sister - the other woman from the dream - is one too, but she isn't very nice.  I am protecting my niece from her.

*** A SHOCKING ASIDE ***
Many years later, in 1983 I move to Ann Arbor, Michigan.  I had a friend, Dawn, who took me to Dearborn, Michigan and the Fairlane Towne Center - a gigantic mall.  When we walked in I almost passed out!  It was the mall from the dream!  ... and where we walked in was the EXACT same place that the dream started!
*****

The dream changes to a bit later.  I am in a building that might still be this mall.  I stand at the beginning of a long hallway with lot's of doors and it's not exactly well-lit.  There's a figure quite a bit down the way.  I know it to be my evil sister. 

She yells out "She's mine!"  I know she means our niece.

I say "She was given to me to take care of.  You can't do this to her!" and I open my hands and start to bring them up.  As I do so, they start to glow.  Strong energy emits from them.  I feel anger and bile rise in my throat.  "You leave her alone!"  I start to move forward.

My sister turns and dashes down the hall.  I hear a door slam.  She's hiding the girl.  Hurting her.  I raise my hands and use the energy to "feel" my niece.  Find her amidst all the doors.

I approach a particular door and I know my sister and niece are behind it.  I hear my niece whimper and feel she's feeling pain.  I scream "Let her go!"

"NO! She's mine!  I can take care of her too!"  I know my sister not only wants to take care of her, but wants to corrupt her.  I raise my hands in front of me and begin to push against the door with my force, my energy.  My sister uses her powers to push back ... the door sandwiched between us cracking and popping as the energies crush the wood.

I am so angry.  We yell at each other above the noise.  In a burst of pure hate and anger I thrust all the energy I can muster through the door to break it down and it blasts into thousands of splinters shooting inward. 

My sister is dead ... pieces of door penetrating her body everywhere.  The room is dark but I make out a couch tipped over.  I know my niece is beneath it.  I race over and remove the gag and say, "It's all right.  I'm back."

And the dream ends.

So ... why after all these years do I still remember every detail of this dream?  My friend Irene tells me ...