I was in a classroom full of other kids. I looked up toward the ceiling and saw a bunch of faces, each individual one had it's own border around it, like they were TV screens with their faces on them. But it was all just energy, no actual screens. One face out of all of them stood out to me. A young girl with the saddest expression you could imagine. Right away I knew she committed suicide, the way you "just know" things in your dreams. I reached my right hand up toward her. She looked reluctant and untrusting. I reached the other arm too, and said: "I love you". That sad expression on her face turned into a smile, and she accepted the love. She reached toward me too and started floating down out of that "screen" at me. I was ready to embrace and hug her, but she wasn't in solid form. Instead I felt her energy pass through me as I went to hug her. It was like a mist hitting you in the face, but not a cool mist, warm, and just a sense of euphoria and love as she passed through me. Her mist had a violet color to it. It was a beautiful experience. Just wanted to share it.