Thursday night I sliped out of body and out into the air. These days I just let myself be carried into what ever is next. I found myself standing in front of a young girl with black hair. Probably about 12 or 13.
She was talking to me. We had a long conversation but I can't for the life of me remember what it was about, but I do remember that she pointed to the sky toward the horizon. It was very strange what I saw. The sky was on fire but it looked like a paper art show. The flames looked like painted construction paper. It was very strange like reality was turned into an art project.
It's upsetting because we had a very long in depth conversation but I can't rmemeber any of it except for one thing. She was very adamant about makeing me memorize the number 2046. She made me go over it several times like she knew I might forget.
It was so very important for me to know those numbers that after I woke up and was walking in my hall I encountered her again and she told me she came back to remind me. It was a false awakening, I woke up again right after that.
Strange, I wonder what the numbers mean. Could it be a year? That would be 32 years from now. I don't know but it seemed very important to her that I memorize it.