I was in a row of people. finally made it to music class, and Renée Fleming was 2 people down, just looked at Órla Karron Fallon online. For some reason, she was really tall, quite big. She was talking to me, forget about what. She had a long peach light tannish dress on, maybe with a slit and like squared top look. She had her arms on me, maybe like Sarah Brightman with Jackie Evancho. So I was like cradling my fingers around her waist to show I was actually holding onto her, not just touching her. This lasted awhile and felt good. Like, it got more intense, and I had to think of holding on. Then, she just held on and I got uncomfortable, as she asked me about singing. So, she picked me up and walked around to set an example. I just felt good, didn't feel stimulated then.. She was sitting next to a girl before who was an opera or singing major.. Ah, I forgot what happened before now. Well, they stood up and demonstrated stuff, and I was like involved. So, my music teacher was a great aunt who has passed. Sad about it, but she smoked a lot. No one like her, neither. Not that I know I'm related to. So, before I saw my 2 music teachers, too, I know. I think it was wicked. So, I felt very comfortable with the person. I just felt like I was being cared for. You know, I felt soft and sweet, somewhat like nectar-milky. My legs just seemed like they fit like I was sitting in a high seat for a baby, you know, not sticking out. We were talking about serious things in music the whole time, was aware of what I was saying I think.