Disney Showcase

12:52am this morning I woke myself up from the following out of body experience:

It begins with a dream --

I'm at an AA meeting with a bunch of total freaks. I'm judging them all. I end up laying on the ground on my back, and four men come and surround me by my feet, looking down. Suddenly I realize with 200% clarity that I am dreaming. I say, "I'm dreaming right now, aren't I?"

The four men non in unison. I ask, "What should I do?" and after no response, "Should I fly?"

Still, the four men don't say anything, they just watch. I'm still laying on the ground, on my back. During this intense period of lucidity, I don't feel comfortable with them towering over me. I try to visualize flying upward, towards the trees behind them. The moment I TRY, a very overpowering heaviness takes hold. I yell for 'HELP!' as I remembered reading from an OBE book that it's okay to ask for help and that someone will almost always show up to guide you.

Suddenly I'm swept from the dream scenario into the heaviness of my sleeping body, which is also laying on its back.

I now realize that I am about to leave my body. There are no vibrations or any other typical pre-projection sensations that I normally have some sort of control over. I simply feel taken from my body, as if on wind, and I do not sense a positive or negative energy behind the taking. I do not feel harmed or concerned about it either.

[In retrospect, I do believe there was someone or something that 'took' me. It is for this reason that I didn't experience vibrations or the like. Usually, it is the vibrations that help me out of my body, but I didn't need any help.]

Without any sense of stopping, I am swept from my body towards the windows of my bedroom. Visual clarity becomes clear and dull, clear and dull. But I can tell I'm heading out of the bedroom. When I pass through the wall, I desire to fully experience the power of the movement. I look at my hands. I feel a rush of movement at great speed, but I am not in control of this. My hands are emitting a gold light, and they do not (absolutely NOT) look like my physical hands. The fingers are very long and slender. I curl my fingers in at the sensation of great power. I become Power.

Suddenly I am inside the walls of an entirely different place. The walls have painted murals on them. The images are those that children would appreciate. There are disney characters and child-like illustrations. I am floating through this place out of my control. I'm curled onto my side, my fingers still curled in on my hands. I am just experiencing this place, as though I am being shown.

Immediately, I am thrust into another room. This room is similar, and I am still in the same awkward position, curled up just floating through. My visual clarity is unusually sharp, so sharp that I feel it must be important. I really get the sense that I am being shown this place. I try to burn the images into my mind so that I remember. There are thousands of bugs bunny type images, mostly black, and they appear to be sort of like stuffed animals, as opposed to the painted images of the other room. Characters from cartoons I used to watch as a child. Thousands of them.

I contemplate why I would be seeing this. A thought appears in my mind, 'These are from all the Disney images you've seen your whole life.'

I don't understand. This is the most meaningless and cheesy exercise. Why am I being shown Disney images that I have seen? What kind of realization can be had from this?

I do not like this anymore. I yell 'FUCK YOOOOOU' into the room. Simultaneous, with dual awareness, I sense that I am whispering 'FUCK YOOOOU' at my body. With great awareness and perception, I perceive Erik suddenly waking from the outburst. I also hear his breathing and feel the room with great detail. But I'm still most definitely in this Disney nightmare too.

I count to 3 and wake myself up. I lay on my back, moving my limbs every few seconds to prevent from getting sucked back in, replaying all of the ridiculous events over in my mind. My body is covered in sweat, and I did indeed wake Erik up.

Why did I yell 'Fuck you'? How spiritual is that? What kind of weird experience WAS this??