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I noticed out of the corner of my eye that both my parents were asleep and nothing had woken them. We lived with my parents in one room, my grandparents and uncle in the other. I wasn't cold at all, and I didn't feel the cold concrete under my feet. Something told me (in my mind) to go up and stand on the balcony railing, but it was very high, about my height. I don't remember how I got there. Something told me again not to be afraid, to stand firmly with both feet and take a step forward. I was very scared at this point, because it was the third floor, and how could I place my foot "in space—in the air"? But after a moment's hesitation, I gave in, and it turned out I hadn't fallen, I had simply suspended in space. It was a bit like being suspended in water, but the feeling was warm and pleasant, like stepping on a slightly flexing surface. A feeling similar to stepping on a trampoline. Then I found myself inside the "tram." I was a bit surprised that it was quite empty. There were four beings there, besides me, but I can't remember what they looked like, or their faces. They weren't adults or children, though. They seemed to be dolls or teddy bears, as they weren't much taller than me.

I was taken for a ride. Very fast and with many twists and turns. I remember enjoying it immensely and feeling a sinking feeling in my stomach, like flying. At the back, close behind us, was Santa's "bus." It was the same size as the one I was in, but slightly different. They weren't identical. Later, "Santa" showed me my apartment building as it looked from above, and I remember approaching it so quickly that I felt a knot of fear in my stomach. As we approached, I noticed the building was illuminated by a pale blue light from the "tram." I don't remember how I got to my room.I remember that these visits later became quite regular. I don't remember them negatively. I rather looked forward to these meetings. However, I do recall a few years later flying in a small plane, a Wilga I think, with three other children over the airport, as part of my parents' work at LOT Polish Airlines. I was terrified because the plane seemed very unstable, and even more so when I saw my house from above. Exactly as I had seen it during that ride with Nicholas. I wanted to get off as quickly as possible.

I also took a similar helicopter ride from the airport in Dajtki. The helicopter had a glass front, all the way to the legs. Then I remembered that while I was on the "tram," I could see everything outside through its deck. It was transparent. I was terrified because I was already older. I didn't board another plane until I was 37. I developed a complete fear of flying.

I don't remember much else from that period. Besides the constant feeling that someone was behind the curtain, and the fear of going to the bathroom at night, especially when passing the kitchen. Another thing – during this period, I suffered constantly from ear infections, and sometimes my knees would ache for no apparent reason. Doctors couldn't find the cause of this pain.

The next, perhaps conscious, "encounter" occurred when I was finishing primary school (1991). The first (actual) experience took place during a vacation at my grandmother's. One afternoon, something "commanded" me to go to the forest, about 1 km away. Something drew me there, and even though I didn't want to go, as if urged by an inner voice (my own or someone else's), I went. When it comes to describing the feeling of "compulsion" in such situations, I most associate it with sexual arousal. It builds and builds, until finally, you're forced to do other things because you have to satisfy your desire.