This whole experience started out as what would be a fairly normal dream for me, one of my friends had gotten mixed up in the woods and I had to go after him to guide him back home. As I walked through these woods, they started getting denser and denser each step I took, until it was more like I was wandering through an uninhabited forest then a wooded path. Eventually I realized that I myself was lost, and decided to simply walk north until I could figure out what was going on. I reached a large boulder with a bridge connecting it to the tip of a mountain, and carefully climbed across. Once I was on top of this mountain I looked down to see the most beautiful thing I think I've ever witnessed, a valley between two mountains with a river made entirely out of flowers. My breath was completely taken away, and I simply sat, looking down in awe, without being able to do anything but observe, until I felt someone tap my shoulder. I looked up to see a girl who looked about my age, with Auburn hair, boxy glasses, freckles, and kind expression on her face. She didn't tell me her name, but she did say she was from Wisconsin, and she knew why she was here at the river of Flowers, and she had come to peace with it. I talked with this girl for only about 5 minutes, but somehow I knew so much about her and felt I could understand her life and her struggles. Without going into great detail, I myself have struggled immensely with mental health, feeling outcasted in my family, and thoughts of self-harm or suicide. I could tell when talking to this girl that she understood me and had experienced what I had too. All the information she told me is a little fuzzy now, but I remember her mentioning being from 2010, and saying something about really wanting to come "here", wherever here was. Eventually I got up, knowing I needed to head back where I'd come from so my family wouldn't be worried, and I offered to take this girl with me, as she had told me she wanted to explore more of the wood. She agreed, and we started to head back across the bridge between the boulder and the mountain, and to what was left of the path I was on. The minute I stepped down from the boulder to offer her a hand and help her down, however, she disappeared before my eyes, and something in me told me she could never leave the mountain, that that was where she had to stay. I managed to find my way back home, but when I ended up there, no one could see me. I frantically waved my hands in front of everyone's faces, tried to speak to people, etc, but nothing worked. I was invisible, gone. I woke up frantically, confused about what all of that dream could mean, and decided a simple Google search about it could maybe bring to light whatever my mind was trying to communicate. I tried to describe the river of flowers, I tried to describe the woods I was in, I tried to describe the sensation of being invisible, but nothing came up that even resembled what my dream was like. It wasn't until I looked up a description of the girl I had met, and typed in some of the things I remembered her telling me, that I found an image. Tears started streaming down my face in shock as I looked down at my phone to see an exact picture of the girl I had met in my dream, someone I had never seen before, but there was no denying it was her. This started a rabbit trail for me, and I found out this girl's name was Mackenzie Rae Marken, and that she had gone missing from Wisconsin in 2010, about a week before I had had the dream. She had struggled with self-harm, she felt outcasted in her small town, and she desperately wanted to move to Chicago, the city that I live in. As I read more and more, I was finding more and more connections between who she was and who I am, and every time I would say her name aloud to an empty room, I could feel in my soul that somehow she was there. One of my chosen names is Ray, her middle name was Rae, I was born in 2010, we both have sh marks on our arms, she was 15 when she went missing, my age when I had the dream, she had two little siblings, like me, and many other connections that I cannot write off as coincidence. I am not an immensely spiritual person, but something in me knows, that sadly, I do not believe this girl is alive, and whatever that river of flowers is, is where she is now, at peace.