Some time at around 4:30, I woke up briefly, and decided to go sleep on the couch for the rest of the night. Almost immediately, I felt myself gripped by paralysis, and know that I will be doing some flying soon. During the initial separation of my astral self from the body, all was very clear and "real" but from that point on, the experience took on more of a dream quality; that is, it became more indistinct. I also experienced something new and totally unexpected. Here's what happened:
The paralysis and buzzing is very strong, and my astral self sits up. I am giggling inside because of what's about to happen and rise up above my sleeping body. At this point, I recall a conversation I had with Charles about this and make very careful observation as to what I look like and what I'm wearing (in all other instances, I am always "myself" but have no knowledge of how I appear externaly). For this, I float to the bathroom, and observe myself in the mirror. I see myself just as I am in life, and wearing the gray robe nightgown. I giggle more, and with a flick of a thought, change it to white. Floating back into the living room, I rise above all the furniture and go through the patio door into the dark outdoors.
For a few minutes I just do some lazy turns and loops, spread my arms wide and "will" myself to feel the cold wind go through me. I feel ecstatic!! For some reason, I decide to do something different, and take myself towards the highway. The cars and trucks go by as I "walk" above them, and wonder if I would cause an accident if I suddenly made myself seen. It's an entertaining thought, but I decide not to do this, for fear of really causing one.
I stop by an overpass bridge and am suddenly aware that there is another astral someone huddled in the shadows. I approach it and introduce myself to what appears to be a very young man. He's very scared and bewildered, and it doesn't take long for me to realize that he's taken his first astral journey and doesn't know how to deal with it. He takes my hand, as I offer it to him, and I assure him that this is something wonderous. Slowly, I draw him out and he gasps as he finds himself able to fly effortlessly. He wobbles slightly as I let him go, but steadies himself immediately. I take him to the top of the overpass and together we dive down towards the cars, sometimes even passing through them, in our exhuberance. Taking flight ever higher, we fly to the mountain and play among the trees, marveling at the lighted city below us.
Time does not exist in the same way when in that state, nor did we need to use words. All was instantly and completely understood, and so it was when it came time to part company. We said a leisurely farewell in a fraction of an instant, and a blur later, I found myself on the couch again...
... woke up just long enough to register where I was, and again...
... I go astral.
This time, I am alarmed as I emerge out of myself. My apartment is empty! Someone has somehow stolen all my furniture - the piano, wall unit, tv, the bamboo screen - all of it is gone!! I am furious and immediately fly out through the balcony doors again. Following the trail - yes, I can distinctly see the distortion before me - I come to a large square building which turns out to be a theatre hall. (Here is where the experience goes from "real" to "dream".) I find all my furniture being used as a stage set. There are many people working there - some holding rehearsals, some doing painting and stage work, others setting up lights and sound. All the activities are very familiar but I'm still angrily wondering how and who was able to take my stuff.
I feel I know these people, especially one woman who is the stage manager. Familiar, but not so - it's as though I recognize another astral spirit, but not the person. All the people appear to be that way - especially when I suddenly am aware of the fact that they're all flying and floating about, as needed. All the heavy pieces, like my piano, also have the ability to weigh nothing and be moved at a touch of a finger. They wave greetings to me and are in no way embarrased about being caught red handed in this "theft".
In all this activity, which is very indistinct and fuzzy as is the way of dreams, one other image stands out clearly - I am talking with someone about something, and am approached by yet someone else who enquires about the gray scarf I am wearing around my neck. I'm startled to see it's the one I'm knitting in "real" life, but have not yet completed. This person wants to know if he (yes, definately a male energy) could buy it, and how much it would cost. On an impulse, I say $100. I go on to say that there are thousands of stitches in this scarf, and I had spent far more than 10 hours working on it. I also feel strongly that it matters not to me if I sell it or not, but if I do, I'll make sure to get a fair price for it.
So, now I have to ask - how many of you dreamers did I actually meet up with last night!?
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