The night of July 25th, I was in an intense deep sleep state. I was in (or hovering around) a child’s body, maybe 6-8 years old. I was in school with a bunch of my friends the place was always dark no matter what time of day it was. There was a low vibration to the place. However, not knowing any better, we just accepted it.

There was an after school class that my friends and I chose to attend. The teacher was a woman in her late forties, early fifties. She smoked, had curly short hair, and was tall and stocky. The class was supposed to be about creative arts and expression, but it turned into a kind of agony aunt session. She would teach us about not being afraid to be ourselves, both at home and at school. She talked us through some difficulties some in the group were having and expressed outlooks on life that were contrary to what we had been taught but were encouraging and supportive…