Charlie!

That is so great!
I thought your skepticism would be a barrier but you had the experience!  Congratulations!

Evidence for others is elusive.  It may come sooner or later.

You could google 'decommissioned ships'  to find one that perhaps has meaning for you--by its name, history, fate, etc. I had no idea there were so many !  The name could relate to you personally if the ship is your Interpretor's symbol of something else.

Bets

11/23/ 0923 I decided to sleep in today since its the holiday week off. I forced myself out and felt lots of pressure and everything turned white. I was somewhere in the mountains and saw a man so I approached him and started off with my usual interrogations. He seemed to not understand anything I was asking. Then a very large man, white, wearing a winter type hat and dressed for warmth told me to follow him if I wanted more information so I did. I followed him up a hillside on a very worn out path that was spotted with GP type tents and some vehicles. There were American flags planted in the ground so I asked him where I was. He said , " Russia"
" I said if this is Russia why are there American flags here ?"
He said, " This is an American base in Russia "
This was odd so I asked," Whats the name of this place ?"
He laughed really loud and said, " It begins with an A and its ending sounds like MA, all the rest in between is too hard to hard to say " and he laughed again.
Hmmmm, Im getting no where at this place, " Thanks for the info" and I left
I came back and heard a car driving by but decided not to get up and to try again so I did another force out. I found myself standing on a street surrounded by houses and looking up in the sky. There was a plane in trouble. The aircraft was an Otter,or similar type, white and red, and it was full and the pilot was showing off its abilities but he pushed it too far. The right wing snapped off and it immediately went into a knife edge. The pilot managed to keep it from diving straight into the ground but at around 300 ft  the left wing broke off and the entire aircraft started to disintegrate. The mass of what was left came crashing down. The loud sound drew all the neighbors out of their houses and they all came running to see what was going on. A couple of small pieces of wreckage and snow fell at my feet. I picked up a piece of blackened burnt material and inspected it. Another man came running up to me with something in the palm of his hand and asked me , " What the hell is this ?"
It was a piece of what looked like chicken breast, " I told him that it was a piece of a body"
He dropped it and ran to some snow to wipe off his hand.
I then felt myself getting pulled away but managed to stay. As I came back there was a young boy playing in the snow in his driveway with his wagon. He was young maybe 6. I talked to him and have been unable to remember what was said. He said his dad is home and I felt myself getting pulled back again. No way ! this is strike 2 ! I'm going back !
Trip number 3 to the crash area I found the young boys father. We had lots of small talk and I finally got down to business. I asked him what his name was and he said his name is David. I asked him his last name and it sounded like, Deorlowitz. I spelled it out in the snow with my finger ( where did a finger come from ) but he got frustrated and scratched it all out and said No, no that's not how its spelled. He then went on to tell me that his son had told him he saw me but what his son described to him sounded too crazy. I asked him what his son reported seeing and he just laughed and said it was too crazy. I told him, " Your going to think this is crazy but what year is it ?
He had a smirk on his face and said ," its 1963"
I said, " 1963 ?"
he said " 1963"
During our convo I had noticed there was a language barrier between us, he had some sort of accent. So now I have some info but its really meaningless, I need concrete evidence of where I was and who these people are. Names are pretty hard, addresses dont make sense ( as of writing this I remember looking at the number on his house, and reading it off to him. He quickly corrected me and I told myself not to forget, but I have because I didn't think it was important) I asked him for a SSN# and he wasn't sure what i was asking but understood I wanted some sort of id. He took me to the side of his house and unlocked a small shed and I followed him inside. As we went inside there was a mirror on the wall and said, " Look at yourself in this and this is what my son said he saw"
I looked in the mirror and saw a form, it immediatley changed from different faces, to shapes, and colors, some looked familiar, some were just clouds, one last look and I see a light blue cloud. Well thats interesting I thought. I looked away and the man reached into a dresser drawer and pulled out a white, torn, faded card and gave it to me. It was too faded to make out so I told him to read off the numbers too me. I was getting excited and I told him to quickly just give me his last 4 SSN#s. I felt myself getting pulled away but managed to stay. Quickly, Quickly read them off, he read them off. The only number I brought back with me was the Number 1.

Hey Charlie, sounds like you have a good memory.

I believe it is worth mentioning that not all OBEs serve the purpose of providing a retrievel opportunity.

I've found that most of my OBEs provide me with information I need for spiritual growth and knowledge, often with symbolic events taking place.

Hey, if you have an IPod you can get a mike for like $19 on Ebay (that's where I got mine, it's very good, can even record classroom lectures). I keep my IPod plugged in the wall next to the bed at all times, never out of juice.