My p.o.v. of the scene was floating close to the ceiling and I saw the hand-painted curtains that my mother designed for me as a baby. They had images of bears and balloons. These curtains were real; they did exist. Nevertheless, light never entered in such a way through the window. This was an inner part of the building and it was impossible to have such a straight and strong ray of light come from the window.
As my perspective floated across the room, I saw a crib where a baby was standing and playing. I guess this baby was me, which was kind of strange, since it would have been impossible for me to have this kind of perspective. As the eye drifted backwards, I saw the head of the baby: he was blonde, with pale skin and clear blue eyes. Since my hair and eyes are black, it became evident that this was not me. This baby seemed to be almost unreal; he seemed to come not from real life but from a TV commercial for baby food.
At that point, while I was describing the images to my hypnotist, I started laughing since this was a pure act of imagination. I thought to myself: maybe I´m not even hypnotized, maybe I´m just playing along. My hypnotist decided to finish the session at that point.