My husband suggested I call the Salt Lake City police, but I was very reluctant to do so because they probably get lots of crack-pot calls and probably thousands of "psychic" calls. Well, I went ahead and did call. A woman answered and I told her about my dream and how I've had such dreams before, so she had me e-mail the dream. I did, and I haven't heard back. It was so vivid and I even smelled paper-mill smell. It took place in Pittsburg, a place I have never been to, and I found out they do have paper mills there. It may be nothing, but it has bugged me ever since because what if she is there and could be saved?