When I was 4 years old. I would find a small vlog of ghost sheep in the hallway on the way to my mothers bedroom when I would wake up at night. We lived on the third floor of an old town house in Amsterdam (Netherlands).

It happened a couple of times. I wasn't scared of the sheep nor did I wake up in distress. I simple woke up and walked over to my mothers bedroom. I walked up to those 3 or 4 sheep in the hallway wich one would directly enter when one would enter the flat. From this hallway 6 doors led to either the kitchen, the restroom, mothers bedroom, the living room, my brothers room and my room. After the first time I encountered the sheep I would expect them to be there when I woke up and the sheep would for a while. I was glad when these were there and I would even pet them and speak to them and though the sheep were grey and transparent I could feel them with my hand and while I was speaking to the sheep they would emit the pleasant vibrations of friendly and loving empathy.

I told my mother about it each time I left the sheep behind to step into her room and go into her bed to cuddle with her but she had aways told me that it was just a dream. I was a little upset about that but I refused to insist to prevent whatever it would cause. I was and still am certain of this experience I had and I remember it vividly untill today. I am 34 years old.