This was many years ago:
I was teaching English to a class of Korean students. Most of them had been actual students I'd taught in the past but the class was remixed and was being conducted outdoors in a market area rather than in a classroom.
It was a bit like watching a movie versus playing a role. IOW, sometimes I was merely viewing the action from above and at other times, I was playing myself.
A student raises her hand and I call on her. She holds up a picture of a female westerner's face and says, "you must find this person."
Almost unwillingly, my body begins levitating slightly as it turns towards the market and moves rapidly through and past market stalls, Korean shoppers, sellers, etc. until I suddenly spot the same western woman (from my student's picture).
She's very easy to recognize being the only non-Asian face in the market area.
I approach her and sheepishly say, "I was told to find you(?)"
"Yes!," she exclaims. "SHE is very near."
I begin questioning her as to who 'SHE' is but my body (levitating again) is rapidly pulled back to the makeshift classroom where I resume the lesson.
A different student raises his hand and motions towards a different picture with a different westerner and the exact same scenario (as above) is played out.
The entire sequence is then repeated several times, each with new students raising their hands and pointing at pictures of previously unknown westerners who eventually inform me that "she is getting closer," or "she will come soon," without any clear indications about this mystery female's real identity.
It becomes drawn out, somewhat monotonous and almost exhausting.
Finally, the last student raises her hand. The picture she is holding is different this time.
It's a caricature of a westerner's (male) face with a freakishly long, distorted nose.
The student informs me to find this odd- looking character, so (once again) I turn towards the market and levitate thru it until I locate him, just as I had previously done with all the others.
I'm more versed with the process by this time and feel a bit agitated, so just sidle up to the strange-looking oddball and forcibly ask, "Yes?"
This time however he points towards a stairwell going into a basement and says, "SHE is down there waiting for you."
I (as usual) request more information but he just says, "Go!," before retreating and disappearing into the busyness of the market.
I descend the stairs and quickly find myself in a very dark, dank, musty underground dwelling that is abandoned and gray.
As I'm looking around, I feel a tug on my pants behind my knee. I spin around and see a young Arab girl, maybe 6 or 7 years old, barefoot, dirty and dressed in rags.
I immediately get on my knees to look her in the eyes and there's an incredibly powerful and unmistakable surge of loving energy between us.
She has large, almond shaped, dark brown eyes and they are the definition of exquisite albeit innocent beauty.
I quickly gather her in my arms, stand up, return her gaze and ask, "Who are you?"
With toddler assurance, she happily announces (while gesturing):
"I am you and you are me."
And I woke up.