Elena Olympia Collins

Last night was the world-wide premiere of Amy Lynn Bradley is Missing: the story of the disappearance and possible abduction of a 23 year old woman who somehow has come and gone from my mind every few months, since I first did a tarot reading about her disappearance.

It has been strange from the start. My Cold Case Tarot readings have all included mystery and aspects of emotion. Some have pointed to trauma – ranging from mild to severe. But for some reason, I have always felt as though Amy has spent some of her time in the 3 years since that tarot reading, haunting me.

I’ve dreamt of Amy 3 times. The first dream took place the night before my tarot reading. I just felt as though she might be stuck in a tight space with too many other people.

The second dream involved me standing outside, and watching Amy as she stood in a very normal, middle-class looking kitchen. The window was a white-paned, pleasantly large one. The kitchen itself, the kind of place many ordinary people enjoy. And Amy was immediately recognisable, but she looked like the average wife and mother you might see dropping kids off at school, or drinking coffee with a friend.

And then last night…

After watching the docuseries on Amy’s disappearance from a cruise ship in 1998, something in me stirred. I didn’t just watch it, I felt it. It was like part of me recognised something before my brain could catch up. The dreams I’d had before, the tarot reading from years ago, they all came rushing back.

I watched all 3 episodes in one sitting. And then I went straight to my original tarot reading from 3 years ago. I watched the spread on pause, and re-examined the cards to see if I felt differently about anything I’d seen in the reading. Now that I’ve watched the docuseries and any “new” information it might have presented.

I even thought about calling Amy’s mother. All these years I’ve kept her phone number in my contacts list – I don’t know why! But I held back – not because I didn’t care, but because I didn’t want to insert myself into someone else’s pain. I wasn’t sure I had something real to share. I just knew I had this tiny fragment… and it was bothering me.

That dream I had a year after my tarot reading, when I saw Amy standing in a kitchen, alone. She wasn’t afraid, but she seemed far away. She gazed out the window with this deep, wistful look. Melancholy? Longing? At the time I wasn’t sure. But in the docuseries one of the investigators talked about how “someone” is connecting to the family’s photos on the web, every thanksgiving, every Christmas, ever year on Amy’s mother’s birthday. The connections have been traced to the Bahamas, a place with no US police jurisdiction. And it reminded me of this dream, and the cards. I remember the cards showed me that Amy is always thinking about her mother. The connection they had. The love they had. And in this dream, it was like her heart was somewhere else. The sun was soft, and the room felt warm. It was the kind of moment where everything feels still, but heavy. Like something is missing. Or maybe something else. Maybe it was the “motherhood” they had in common – an even closer connection to each other. I just can’t help thinking about that Empress card.

I remember wondering if she was waiting for someone or thinking about someone. I didn’t know what it meant. I still don’t. But it felt true. Like a clue.

Then there was the more detailed dream last night. Amy was at a train station and met a man named Charlie. It felt like they knew each other from somewhere. At first she thought she was alone. And then she knew there was a man in the dark recesses somewhere. She picked up an empty, dark-glassed bottle. Wine? Beer? And she called out to her “husband” to make himself seen. When the man finally appeared from the shadows, it was “Charlie”. He had two different faces and at this point in time, today, I think I could pick both of those faces out in a line-up. But I know that as time continues, my memory of his faces will fade, and he’ll just be a man called Charlie. But why Charlie? I don’t know anyone called Charlie.

Actually, my cousin had a boyfriend called Charlie back in the 80s. But I hardly knew him. He was just a guy with a name. I’m certain it has nothing to do with him.

And so I’m left with this name. Charlie? Who’s Charlie? Why is he a specific name appearing in a dream about Amy?

In the dream, she called out to him when she realised that another man had arrived. I never saw the other man, so I’m not sure who he was meant to be. There was tension in her voice at first. Urgency. And then she seemed to change her tone. Her voice became “cheeky”, maybe playful? Maybe sneaky? It took me by surprise. I even questioned it while I was dreaming. I thought to myself, “Amy? What is going on here? Aren’t you mean to be frightened”.

Amy had called Charlie over to whisper to him to hide any empty bottles somewhere where she can find them later. Not to drink from, but to defend herself. She wanted Charlie to stash those bottles nearby, just in case she needed to use one as a weapon against her husband.

That part really stuck with me. It was clear she felt threatened. She was planning ahead. It didn’t feel like drama. It felt like survival. The last thing I remember before I woke up was the 2^nd face of Charlie, looking at Amy with surprise. Or perhaps it was incredulity? Disbelief? It was a peculiar expression. But then I woke up so I immediately recorded the dream into my phone, before it disappeared from my memory.

Now it’s with me forever. Just like all the other dreams about Amy.

So let’s go back to three years ago. When I did that tarot reading about Amy. I didn’t know why. I just felt drawn to it. The final card was The Empress. Back then, I didn’t understand it. It made no sense at the time. I even put down clarifying cards – 3 Knights. I thought that it might be a clue about my dream of crowding at the time.

But after watching the docuseries and hearing one investigator talk about the possibility that Amy might be a mother now, and that maybe she stays where she is because of her children, I saw that card differently. The Empress isn’t just about motherhood. It can mean protection, responsibility, and staying silent for someone else’s sake.

It gave me goosebumps.

There was also a witness in the docuseries, who spoke about how she’d encountered Amy a few years after she disappeared. The witness saw a woman being watched closely by men. She went to the bathroom, and when they came to get her, she asked, “Can I see the children?” They told her she could – later. That sentence hit me hard.

Was she trying to be strong, just so she wouldn’t lose her children? Was she trapped not just physically but emotionally? Do all my dreams amount to something like a clue?

I don’t know what all of this adds up to. I don’t claim to have answers. But I do feel like I might have seen something before I had the facts – like some part of me recognised her story in advance.

I’ve decided not to reach out directly. I was looking for my video about the Kitchen Amy Dream, but I couldn’t find it on YouTube. I ended up scouring all of YouTube’s Amy Lynn Bradley videos, and after seeing the hundreds of content creators talking about Amy, each with their own spin… I just can’t be the kind of person who jumps into the story because I “might” be able to help. I’m not sure if I can help. I might just be a deliverer of more trauma to a family who has already had more than their share.

There’s something about Amy’s mum though. Right from that very first tarot reading, I felt it. I’m not sure what it is, but it’s something that seems to keep me consciousness connected to Amy’s story. A story in a thousand tarot card stories, but the one that continues to knock on the door of my dreams… years apart from one another.

And so, instead, I’m writing this. Maybe it’s a way to share what I’ve experienced, in case someone else has had similar dreams or feelings. Maybe it’s just for me. But either way, I’m putting it here.

Because even if my piece of the puzzle is small, maybe it still matters.