I’m looking down at a classroom.
A girl is playing the cello.
It seems like a music school class.
She plays the cello so beautifully.
All of her class mates as well as a western female teacher are looking at her.
They all wonder how she can play the cello so well.
She normally plays the violin.
Her fingers touch the strings and vibrate creating an amazing melody.
After finishing the song she said
"I was thinking of a story about ..."
(i cannot remember but i think it was an old classic film title)
"The man that i was thinking of was..."
(i think it was an old actor’s name).
The teacher’s eyes became red, full of emotion and I felt like crying too.
She is now in a studio in a factory area.
She is moulding a geometrical shape - a square and a sphere architectural shape using a chemical mix.
A musician friend arrives and she teaches him how to mould the same shape on the next table.
She realized that the mix that she used was wrong and it would make a fire.
I saw the smoke and made sure my friend is safe, I called the emergency services and I am suddenly driving a car, I can now see my hands on a handle and I realised that she was me/I was her.
I arrived at the factory entrance where the studio is.
The fire had been caught and people had gathered to watch.
I talked to a fire officer.
She smiled and told me
“Everything was good.”