Once inside, we see a square, walled-off cut out in the floor. I can see down into the room below. There is some ceremony or rehearsal involving choir boys. My wife has climbed the wall, but she has turned into a young blond man with cat-like moves. He is on hands and knees as he peers down into the room below as if stalking the choir boys.
Now my wife and I are in a large classroom. In the center two long folding tables are positioned side-by-side. Craft materials litter the table top. There are about eight people sitting at the table working on projects. I sit down to do the project. I'm supposed to think of an object that would calm me during a crisis or an emergency. I think of a tree. I imagine a small green plastic tree, about one inch tall and nearly as wide, with a circular base. I imagine it so well it's as if I'm actually holding it.
Now I'm in a dark corner of that same room. I'm aware of the person next to me. She has short dark hair, and she is giving off a great deal of heat. I'm very drawn to her, but I hold myself back from getting very close to her. I'm aware that my wife is still in the room, but I don't know whether she can see us in this dark corner. The woman drops her hand, placing it into mine. I immediately lean over and kiss her on the lips. The sensation is exhilarating – I have found my soul mate.
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