I had an OBE that started from dream awareness. I’m a woman. I’m in some kind of a room. It’s small and rectangular. It’s dark. I can’t see enough to make out detail of anything like furniture. I get a sense that it’s made of wood. I get a sense that there’s a make-shift ledge or table along the wall of this room. I get a sense there’s a doorway on one end and a window on the other end. It’s not an actual window, but I sense there is more light at that end of the room than the other end. The end with the doorway is darker, deeper, as if the window-end of the room points outward, toward openness.
As I slowly walk the length of the short room, I’m becoming more aware of what’s going on. I can hear people walking above me on wooden planks, and I am looking up and following the sound with my eyes. I can just barely see through the wooden boards above me. Awareness is slowly coming to me that my husband has been taken and he’s up there, being led along a pier above me. The men that have taken him have put me down here, or left me here to stay. I’m not allowed to get out and I’m unable to.
I’m also becoming aware that this isn’t the first time I’ve gone through this. I definitely feel that this sequence of events has happened many times before, but I distinctly remember feeling “I definitely remember this happening before. I know what’s going to happen.” This realization also came with sadness because I remembered that my husband was being put to his death.
I don’t know any of the details or reasons why, but I was feeling so sad and a sense of no control over the situation. I felt dreadful that I couldn’t change the fact that I was here, the fact that I was re-living this, the fact that I couldn’t stop what had happened in the past to my husband.
Then I began feeling and wondering to myself, if this has already happened, why am I experiencing it again? I felt myself struggling with understanding and believing this present moment. It’s like, the past events made sense to me…I knew this has happened to me before. I’m put in this room by these men, they take my husband and walk him across the pier to his death. I wasn’t able to do anything to stop it the first time, and I still can’t do anything to stop it now. I’m wondering, “How can I know all this?”
All I wanted was to have my husband. I was devastated and broken-hearted that I knew he was going to die and that I couldn’t do something. I wished I could do anything to stop it, even if it meant I’d die for it. But because I already knew the outcome, I resigned myself to not even trying, but just remaining in this state helpless and devastated. I was slowly becoming aware that I had no idea how many times I had re-lived this awful experience.
All these thoughts slowly coming to mind caused me to have split conscious awareness, where I felt my awareness was pulled back to a point of consciousness where I felt an all-awareness, all-knowing feeling and I'm now watching the woman instead of being her. I felt removed from the hold of those feelings of sadness and dread. I only felt pure unconditional love in this higher perspective.
The me of this pulled-back, higher perspective point of consciousness felt a feeling of relief and excitement that I was finally getting through to this woman, finally starting to have an effect on her realizing that what she was experiencing was only the memories of the past and that she didn’t have to be stuck here any longer. I wanted her to become consciously aware that she could choose to change or end this if she wanted to. I wanted so badly for my awareness, understanding, and love to get through to her so that she could unlock herself from this experience. But I knew that it was up to her. I couldn’t do it for her, she had to allow herself to come to that realization and choice.
From this pulled-back perspective I knew I’d been trying to convey that to her for a long time. I could see that she was finally beginning to realize this wasn’t physical reality but I knew that she was still confused.
I then “moved” my awareness toward her until I felt that I was her again, and I was trying to hold onto the two perspectives at the same time so that I could continue empowering her to greater clarity. It felt like I could hold it for only a couple of seconds, and then the higher conscious awareness feeling began fading until I only was aware of this woman’s present level of awareness. Again I felt such sadness for my husband being taken from me, for him being led to his death and here I was locked in this room and helpless to do anything to stop it.
My eyes followed the sounds of their footsteps above me on the wooden planks. I slowly walked the length of this short room to the end where more light was coming through. I could only barely get glimpses through the pier above me and see that two men flanked my husband, each holding an arm, holding him up and almost dragging him along. My poor husband couldn’t even walk himself and they were dragging him. I wondered if he was still conscious enough to even know what was happening to him.
This all felt so familiar to me and for a moment I felt myself thinking, “Why is this happening? It’s already happened before. Why would I let myself experience this again?”
These thoughts surprised me, and I turned my gaze down for a moment as I focused my mind on trying to remember. I had that on-the-tip-of-my-tongue feeling of almost being able to remember something. I noticed that I was wringing my hands in nervousness. This reminded me of my dire situation. I looked upward again to try to see my husband through the planks. I could hear and sense the water all around me. The ocean. The room I was in was below the ocean’s surface. The end of the room which seemed like a window was really the end of a ship, and more light was coming through the wooden planks above me toward that end. I felt that if I could get out of this darkness and up through where the light was coming through, then I could be free.
My conscious awareness pulled back again to the point-of-consciousness perspective and again I had complete and total awareness that I wasn’t this woman and that this wasn’t physical reality. I tried to impress my awareness of these things to her, trying to help her realize she could make the choice to actually do something different for a different outcome. Even though she couldn’t change the past, she could change the present moment that she was stuck in.
My awareness moved into her again. And again, all I knew was that I was this woman. My husband had been taken from me by some men who had locked me in this room. I can hear them walking along the pier above me, and my eyes follow as I try to see through the planks. I’m walking to the far end of this little dark room where some light is coming through. I wish I could get out of here and go to my husband. I love him so much. My heart is breaking because I know he is about to die. I would do anything for him. I want to. I am going to do whatever I can to help him even if it kills me.
I felt driven and determined. I—the woman—start walking toward the door and I simply opened it. It was no longer locked. I walked out. It was dark and I couldn’t see. I knew that all I had to do was walk up to the pier toward the light and that this would be over.
I started waking up at this point, coming to full waking consciousness. I don’t remember anything else after that, but I had a good feeling that this woman was finally unstuck from her reality of re-living that traumatic past event. To come up with my own explanation, I feel that this was a past life event that really happened, and that an aspect of myself was stuck in the thoughts of remembering it to the point of re-living it over and over. I had awoken early in the morning and then had gone back to sleep and that’s when I had this dream/OBE. The perspective of being this woman felt so real. And I know that point-of-consciousness feeling is not just a dream. I’ve had many waking OBEs and psychic experiences in that same point-of-consciousness state.
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Vicky