Escaping Epstein

Date: 6/6/2026

I was one of many children in Epstein's mansion, Ghislaine Maxwell was there too. But like the dreams I had before; I was undercover, pretending to be younger than I was because I knew I could get away with it. Whereas in other dreams about child trafficking I'd be in cahoots with law enforcement, it seems this time I was acting alone as an independent investigator. I pretended to be about 14, but there were children of all ages. It was almost like a boarding school. Children were taught to obey Ghislaine like a strict teacher and to love Jeffrey as the "fun" teacher, we were all supposed to be grateful to be staying in this big mansion, full of toys and kids. However, I sensed there was something weird going in, something other kids were not allowed to tell me. Myself and another girl were new so we had our suspicions and began following and spying on Jeffrey around the property, hiding in places and watching him invite influential people, politicians and CEOs etc. and talk to them. There was a toddler with a stuffed toy that looked like Baphomet from afar but I insisted to my friend it was a donkey with a hat, explaining how it doesn't make sense for it to be purple as well. Jeffrey scooped up the toddler with the toy in his arms and went away somewhere. I continued to explore the house, other children were playing and running around. I climbed the stairs to the first floor and was overcome by a strange bad vibe up there and immedialy noped back downstairs again. Later in the dream I finally had a chance to meet Jeffrey. Apparently he meets little girls individually in order to "value" them, and as I was a new addition, he hadn't evaluated me yet. I helped him clear some dishes outside and bring them to the dishwasher while he chatted about something random. It was warm outside and there was a lake across which lived a neighbour, but their view was blocked by green trees on the other side of the lake. I dipped my toes in the cool water, thinking about whether I could swim across and ask the neighbours for help. Ghislaine watched me like a hawk, grabbed my hand and told me to be careful - the bottom drops down quickly and the lake is deeper than it looks. I acted dumb and apologised, then went back to help Epstein again, she left us alone. He told me to take my shirt off as it was very warm. He told me there's nothing to be ashamed of, that we're good friends. He was good at pretending to be friendly and trustworthy, like a dad. I had no way to disobey so I took my shirt off, underneath which I wore a black sports bra. Epstein approached me and put his hands on my shoulders. Everything happened instantly next - I was holding a sharp knife taken from the dishwashed and plunged it deep into Epstein's belly. I ran away and jumped into the lake, swimming as fast as I could towards the neighbour's house. I heard yelling behind me and imagined myself being chased despite injuries but I didn't dare to look back. When I reached the other side of the shore I ran crying across the lawn and found a door to bang on. Someone let me in and I tried to explain what was happening through my panicked sobs, that I needed to call the police and that I was scared for my life. They gave me a phone through which I managed to talk to the 911 operator in a calmer manner, explaining the child trafficking operation as well. However there was a nagging feeling that I couldn't trust the police either. I wasn't sure, but I had to try.