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‘On falling asleep in bed, I heard the sound of glass bottles clinking beside me, before finding myself in the bathroom looking at my reflection in the mirror morph into the face of a young man. I then had an out of body experience where I was floated around on the landing outside the bathroom before being suspended above the staircase, where I looked down to see a small lady in a gothic blue dress whose face was blurred, like looking through frosted glass. Once I realised she was my master and was dangling me about as if on strings, I found myself wide awake in bed, but felt compelled to close my eyes where a film played out, which was about the boy I had seen in the mirror living a life in the twenty-second century. The short version of this was that my family (who refused to believe that I wasn’t their son, but actually asleep in bed in the twenty-first century) were running a mine nearby on behalf of the ‘Bankers’ who now controlled everything and everyone. At the end we were all taken out to be shot for some unspecified crime. I was fully awake through the film and could pause it by opening my eyes at any time. Eventually I just fell asleep as it was late, and I had to be up for work in the morning. The event was life changing in that for the next two years I went on a manic book-reading phase about all subjects esoteric and historical, which led to me writing a book in poetic narrative which I finished just this weekend, after four tortuous years. The motive was to make sense of this and other paranormal experiences through my life, but although I’m pleased with the end result, I have to say that I am none the wiser…’ ‘At the beginning of the film, I was in a field where I saw Laburnum blooms and other yellow flowers in an emerald green grass field whose colours were so vibrant I remember thinking ‘my God, Huxley was right!’’ ‘Four-foot tall, gothic blue dress extending outward at the ends, face obscured.’ Fairies are ‘intelligent beings living parallel to us’. ‘They need us to do something important, for us as well as them, but their motives are always obscure.’