Andrea’s Dream: Enchanted Aleutian Pricess
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Robert Algeri
Robert Algeri, Author of Andrea, Enchanted Aleutian Princess, and Andrea's Dream, Enchanted Alaskan Proprietress, served in Alaska during serial killer, Robert Hansen's, most active murder years. Hansen, known as the Butcher Baker, abducted, raped, and murdered at least 17 women in and around Anchorage, Alaska. Between 1971 and 1983, he hunted many of his victims down in the wilderness with a Ruger Mini-14 and a knife. Andrea Altiery was one of Hansen's victims.Before being stationed in Alaska, Algeri lived in Missouri while training at Fort Leonard Wood.
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Andrea’s Dream - Robert Algeri
Being
Introduction
Andrea Mona Altiery
It’s 1996, and I find myself flying back to Alaska for the first time in thirteen years. I get to explore in the Last Frontier for twenty-seven days, alone. I recently had a dream of a gentle, smiling swan of a woman, graceful and elegant. She has been calling my name across the midnight waters. Her name is Andrea Mona Altiery.
When I get into Anchorage, my goal is to locate her if possible. We lost contact back in 1981. I am eager to begin my search. I am going to start by searching all the jewelry stores in the Anchorage downtown and midtown areas, do some shopping like any good tourist should, ask a few questions, and maybe get a few answers along the way.
There comes a point during your flight to Alaska when the lights go down. Most people go to sleep or put their headphones on and disappear into a dream. This can be a reflective moment for anyone who finds themselves staring down into that vast, deep wilderness, with wandering thoughts, alone in their mind. It causes me to reflect for a moment on a quote I had recently read from Homer, in his book The Iliad.
In The Iliad, Homer says, We the gods will live, as long as all the humans believe in us, the day the humans no longer believe in us, we the gods will disappear.
This is when I realize for the first time in my life that centuries ago Scandinavian gods, Greek gods, and Roman gods were worshipped by hundreds of thousands of people. Today we know them as legends or as characters in popular movies. When we stop believing in lies, all the lies will disappear.
What do you think you will be most remembered for when you move on from this life? Sometimes not knowing the answer may be better than actually knowing.
Chapter 1
Andrea Altiery Arctic Swan
As I curl up in my seat to relax, my mind drifts off into what becomes an alarming dream. Pool balls clack together loudly in the background, the echo rumbling across the lounge toward me. The bartender is profusely ringing a large tip bell. The bell is hanging off a wooden post next to the bar. Her raucous ringing indicates her evening is going very well for her financially tonight. It’s a lucrative career tending bar in the Last Frontier this evening for the pretty girl dressed in plaid , says the bell.
I know I have been in this building before; this place is eerily familiar, but I just can’t quite place it. I vaguely saw 335 Boniface Parkway on the building as I came in, but I wasn’t able to pause long enough to read, so it seems hazy. I am almost certain I’ve been in this parking lot that sits at the big corner and along the curve that leads out onto the Glenn Highway.
The building itself reminds me of an old Western saloon that’s standing alone in a desert oasis. The setting offers vivid glimpses of the Chugach Mountains, rippling across the near horizon. Wolf packs and wolverines roaming blustery valleys, night predators on the prowl as their eyes scan, hot noses working the scent, long slow breaths, inhaling deeply.
I slowly approach the bar, while glancing at sad faces in a crowd—motionless, they peer back. I raise my hand and motion for the bartender. Smiling, she comes my way. She is wearing a purple plaid shirt and has a black scarf tied around her neck. Her name tag says Robin. I introduce myself while ordering a shot of whiskey. Robin smiles and replies, Sure, will that be it, cowboy?
I decide to take a chance and ask Robin if she has seen my missing swan. Robin, I am looking for a graceful woman. She is elegant like a swan.
Robin’s smile becomes extremely unpleasant. She starts laughing hysterically at me. Frantically she starts waving her hands at me to leave. Startled and frightened, I quickly back up toward the door, smashing into the juke box with a hard jolt. Quickly and unexpectedly, crippling panic washes over me and overtakes my mind. My head is spinning. My crazy, wide eyes are scanning the crowd.
I can hear and feel the lyrics that are pumping through the juke box speakers. The lyrics are screaming out a story about someone who is wanted, dead or alive. Without warning, a stocky, thick-necked man walks over to me and sharply points his finger into my face. He snarls into my face, with his hot, fierce breath, Bad things are coming for you, pretty boy. You might want to leave this place right now.
I can feel the sound wave of the lyrics as they continue screaming at me from the juke box. The people I meet seem to always go their separate ways. Sulky and gloomy, my back against the wall, I find myself looking at a picture that’s hanging on the wall. In the picture there is a blonde girl sitting in a big cocktail glass. The smiling blonde girl is wearing red high heels, red undies, and a red bra. Her cocktail glass is held high, while she is toasting all who enter and exit the bar.
Suddenly I am standing outside in an unlit corner of an empty, windy parking lot. I am looking back toward a brown building with orange lettering on it. I can read a big orange banner that runs along a second floor balcony—it reads Carpentiers Lounge. I look back across the parking lot and can see a lone pickup truck with a camper on it—it’s sitting off in the distance, idling. Loud echoing sounds start to wash across the parking lot. I can hear the exhaust making a crackling sound, and it’s reverberating into a crescendo as the sound washes back toward me in an acoustic wave.
I see someone step out of the shadows and start walking toward the idling pickup truck. I think they must be meeting up. The truck’s backup lights come on, allowing me to see it is tilting to the left on its suspension. As the truck starts to slowly back out of its parking space, I recognize that truck, and the crackling sound of the exhaust. As I am watching the person who is approaching the truck, I recognize the walk, the bounce to the step. This is all eerily familiar and becoming unsettling in a primal way, sudden needs and fears fighting for attention in my clouded mind. Is this what I think it is?
I can see it’s a woman who is walking toward the idling pickup truck, and she is wearing a pair of brown suede leather boots that are knee high. They have big laces that run the full length up the back of her calves. Her walk is graceful and smooth, with a small bounce to it. Her head is slightly rocking back and forth with each step she takes. It’s Andrea Altiery, my missing swan. I