Next part As I was not sure if I had chosen the right bench and as I wondered why she hadn't appeared in a more solid way, I came to the conclusion that my friend could be waiting for me in some other place. After she had vanished I decided to look for her again. I didn't know how, so I jumped into the air and started flying and having some fun. As like in a dream (but I was fully awake and aware) I suddenly noticed a kind of tear in the sky, like a tear in a fabric. Maybe she is on the other side, I thought. Maybe this is a tear between our respective realities. I pushed both parts aside, so I could go through it. On the other side, there was a lot of bright light. I entered a 'place' where there was nothing to see anymore. Really nothing, except yellowish light everywhere. Then, slowly building itself, there was a window, long and narrow and instead of normal glass, it had something like stained glass. You couldn't look through. In front of this old window, I saw a human figure, constantly morphing into different persons. Everybody was from the past, according to their clothes. Male to female, different ages... I hardly had time to make mental pictures, for them to be printed into my memory. I also wondered if I had entered my friend's memory because I felt no personal or emotional connection to all those morphing figures. There was one person I remember well. It was a young man, almost still in puberty, who (all happened in front of this window) was figuring out how to fit in a metal harness. It was too complicated for him alone and I could feel his rebellious unwillingness to do all that stuff. Then, without warning, I was thrown through time and found myself in ancient Egypt. I saw the construction of one of those pyramids. In the background, there was already one pyramid finished but I found myself near a dusty road full of construction workers. One row went up (with baskets and stuff), another row of workers went down. It was dusty and crowded. It was not a flash or vision, I was there, could move around. But I was so surprised, I didn't know what to do. Next, I was in Africa. I saw specific houses and rooftops that are not stereotypical African huts. The houses were not round, not square, more of an organic kind of building and the roofs followed the curves. The roofs were as big as the houses or even bigger, made of straw. The walls were white, didn't see doors. There were no bicycles or cars. Some people walked around quietly. Quite interesting. Next, I was near water, like an ocean. Along the shore, there was a line of men watching the horizon. Like fishermen. They were hardly dressed. First I thought this was Africa too because these people were also dark skinned but later on I highly doubted that. In this part, I was like walking along these men and I wondered that they were so amazingly different between each other. It was like they didn't belong to the same tribe or if they did, they must have lived in a cultural melting pot. I studied their faces, their different types of hairstyles, different body types. I was not in a rush, they didn't seem to notice me and I could move around and walk back and forth. Maybe it was Polynesia or at least an island somewhere in that area. They were very calm and silent. I was really thinking that I had entered my friend's memories or maybe it was possible our shared memories. I was only wondering and observing as closely as possible but I had never a feeling of recognition like a past life memory. My mind wandered back to the Egyptian scenery and immediately I was back at the construction site. This time I told myself I needed closer looks of details and different views. I somewhat hoovered away from this road (it was a stable elevated road leading upwards to the pyramids first and second floor. It was just people carrying baskets. I didn't see them moving blocks of stone. Only men with clothes around their waist and on their heads. Didn't see women.) I hoovered a bit to the left and I noticed a kind of settlement. At least, I thought it was. I presumed much of these men slept there, maybe there was also family life there. I can't remember more, so I must have stopped my experience there. When I told my friend, I asked what she thought about my theory that I might had entered some of her memories of past lives. She had no idea. She couldn't agree nor disagree.