I don't really remember when it happened for the first time but it must have been around the time we were starting our exams. I was at home a fair bit to do some revision which I did assiduously, unlike most of my male colleagues. One morning, I heard someone speaking to me.
A new voice called out "Michael" quite softly but firmly to gain my attention. It was repeated several times before I worked out where it came from. It was the ballet dancer poster on my wall. Suddenly she was moving and talking to me. She was a classical ballerina in white swan dress standing on point. She turned to face me straight on.
"Hi Michael. Please to see you are awake! You know you would make a great dancer."
Just that and no more. Was I imagining it? Yes I must be. Posters don't talk. I went back to my work and thought no more of it.
That night I had a vivid dream where I was that ballet dancer. It was about practice and a final performance. It woke me from sleep...