Blind OBE
Just cutting and pasting latest jouranl entry.
I’m asleep in the guest bed. It’s just after 4.30am. I’m using the salt cube timer for rhythm napping. I become aware I’m lying at the wrong angle and I reach out and feel the leg of the bed. I realise I’m lying on carpet but I’m not cold. I hear my Mum and my sister in the next room but I remember that I’ve been using rhythm napping and I become lucid. I can’t see but I pull my finger and feel it extend like rubber. So far I’ve responded with neutral emotion to such realisations in lucid dreams but this time I cheer a little. It’s been awhile since anything exciting has happened.
As soon as I do this I begin to float upwards. The absence of astral vision is new twist but I’ve read about this and I’m not disturbed. I try the eye-pry method but nothing happens. I realise, as I’ve read, that it isn’t really a problem anyway, I know exactly where I am. I decide to float up through the roof. I’m moving up but it seems to be taking a long time. I decide to return to the room and try another way out. I start floating out the front of the house. This is orientated right of where my body is lying. I’m passing through the brick wall. I experience the similar odd sensation of mild resistance I felt when I put my hands through the mattress once before. It’s denser than moving through the roof but I make progress to the outside.
I’m on the steps but I’m losing lucidity. Even though the environment is my current home, I’m beginning to believe it’s my old house and I’m still a teenager. I’m trying to decide where I’ll go and what I’ll do. I think to visit an old boyfriend, as though we’re stilling seeing each other. I jump over the railings but I’m pulled down by gravity. Not suddenly or painfully but definitely. The experience ends.
I’m aware of myself in my bed. I hear rain (though it’s not raining) and in the right hand corner of the room I see a leak with water gushing down. It occurs to me that I see this from an angle outside my body. Then my right ear is ringing.
This experienced is followed by further dreaming without the timer. There are plenty of opportunities for lucidity but I've gone back to my own bed with my hubby, satisfied that this is enough for the night. The dreams are very instructive, even though they don't teach me anything I didn't already know, only that I wasn't really paying attention.
I wonder if the protective bubble I put around my house before sleep is the reason I couldn't breach the roof or go beyond the veranda railings. Psychological limitations perhaps.
"A dream is a question, not an answer."
(Therapist and dreamworker Strephon Kaplan
Williams)
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