spooky2
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Hi everybody, last night it happened, my first classic OBE, it started with a dream:
I went to bed, and as usual let my thoughts run, mind awake, body asleep. I then thought of R.A.Monroe, and to my surprise I saw his face very clearly right before me, similar as I had seen it on a photograph (never met him physically). This was unusual, in my "normal" mind journeys I had met him (or imaginated it) only occasionally. This time we talked for a while, can't say exactly what it was. The feeling I picked up from him was that much was going on in his mind but he said not much, but what he said was right to the point, he let me think first and gave his comment then, in a bit ironic but honest and lovely way. Also I felt a great self-centeredness, in the positive meaning, as he was very clear and serene. He had sharp long wrinkles at his forehead and had this beard between upper lip and nose. Then I must have fallen asleep.
I found myself in a big city, a different one than my hometown. I had travelled there to meet some people of TMI, but couldn't recall what it was exactly. I then stood before a building where this TMI meeting was, together with another guy with whom I talked a bit. Then he said he must go to bed, because the program will start tomorrow early in the morning. I realized I wasn't a participant in this program he mentioned, and I wondered why I traveled here. Only to chatter some minutes with that guy? Or have I been at this meeting already but only forgot it? As I stood there, in a little sidestreet, I noticed a stand with poster-sized pictures, like a flipchart. I looked closer, and I flipped the pictures on it. It were handmade paintings, very colorful. One showed a group of people sitting in a circle. I had the impression that a female person must have painted these pictures for the TMI, and they were standing there as a sign where the program/meeting was taking place. Then I went off.
I was in a hotel in the same city where I left before the TMI place. In the lobby there was a night-porter, dressed in a uniform like a security guy and besides him a pitbull dog. Must be a bad quarter here when they show up like this I thought. I moved ahead to go to my hotel room when I wondered if I had already my door key, and where my room was? So I asked the porter, and he gave me a key and guided me. I noticed I was carrying a basket, and in this basket another pitbull dog was sitting! I placed the basket on something, and the dog jumped out and wanted to play with me, which I did. But I worried about that these dogs can bite quite a lot and that it's not right to leave them run around here freely. Meanwhile, the porter showed me a paper plan, where the rooms were drawn on and pointed at my room on the paper, then he pointed at the door of my room in the actual hall.
I was lying (on my right side) on the bed in my hotel room, looked against the wall. No furniture, no pictures, an old wallpaper with a faded pattern. I was becoming to feel strange here. I didn't remember why I was here, nor where I was exactly (I still knew all that has happened in this dream, but that was not much). I closed my eyes, and when I opened them again, I was in my own bedroom in my appartment, lying on my own bed, looking over my room with it's many things inside. I was relieved, "I've already guessed that it was just a dream, everything's allright." I closed my eyes, opened them again and I was back in the hotel room! I was so scared, the reality had broken down! I for sure was going insane! I did it again, and the same happened. (Please note that I was convinced that this was NOT a dream!) Then something even more odd happened: With my left eye I saw my own room and with the right eye I saw the hotel room! I concentrated on my left eye and made the right eyes' view somehow fading away. I saw clearly my own familiar room. All the many things which were there. Near to my bed there was a plastic bag, made of very thin plastic foil. It dawned to me what that all could mean. Still lying on my bed on my right side, I reached out with my left arm and tried to grab the plastic bag. My hand moved through it! But when I attempted to grab it, it moved a bit as if touched by a little breeze. I looked at my arm and hand, and it looked as it always looks. I then tried to reach the chair which was beyond an armlength and couldn't reach it, but I couldn't see my hand anymore as I stretched it out to the chair. Then my arm and hand became visible again. I then looked down directly below my left eye and saw another left arm of mine. Looked the same as my active arm. I then moved my active arm to a stack of magazines beside my bed and pressed my hand on it. In the beginning it felt like solid, as in normal physical reality, but then I pressed harder and my hand went into the magazines stack! When I moved my hand more down inside the stack I could feel from time to time a stronger resistance, as if I could feel the material. Boy was that odd! I pulled my hand out of the stack and tried to touch my head (or where I thought my head has to be), my view blacked out briefly but I felt nothing. I then decided I had to write this down and to awake fully in the physical. It was a short break in the moment I opened my physical eyes, and in my view was exactly what I had seen before, as if you would blend identical pictures, the only difference was that it now was a bit brighter and more colorful. It was morning, and since I laid myself down to sleep 2 and a half hours were gone. I had to think about this the whole day long.
There were some unusual things happening the days before which I hope I can post the next days.
Some may be a bit confused what I mean with "classic OBE" and what I mean with "mind journeys". Here's what I mean: In a mind journey I am aware of my physical body as well as what I'm doing nonphysically, with my mind or imagination. I can phase back immediately to full waking consciousness. Also, it is possible to use a voice recorder during mind journeys and tell into the microphone what you're doing (though I personally don't like that, but it's a question of practice I guess). Now in a classic OBE you can't do that, you are much more cut off from your body, instead you seem to have another body. Also, the surrounding looks like the physical without any effort to concentrate on it. It's just there, while in a mind journey you have to be much more focused and proactive to get such seemingly independent details in one view.
Spooky
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