Last Night at Home

I've spent the last week at my parents' house in Burlington while my husband vacationed in Black Rock City, Nevada. Eden and I occupied the room where I used to live, during the time I had my very first OBE, in the same bed.

This morning the wee one woke me at 4:30 to party for 45 minutes. So we danced.

When we finally drifted off, snuggled very close for warmth in a cold and drafty house, I fell into the electric state I don't enjoy.

Oh no, isn't this lovely? I'm dead tired and instead of getting rest I am about to embark on an unwanted adventure in the netherworlds. Great.

The sensations are much too strong. I'm fighting it. I'm counting to 5 and it's not working. I'm too exhausted to fight this, so I surrender. Take me. I surround myself with love and light and dissolve my fear. Okay, fine, let's go.

I'm still holding onto Edie, and I hold her tight. We catapult into the dark, starry sky and I feel as though I have an audience. I'm showing this audience how great it is to be able to take my 5 month old baby with me on my astral adventures. I show them how I can spin and spin and spin surrounded by blurring stars with my sweet baby smiling with glee.

I had at least three other separate experiences, all of which I have very little memory of. Interestingly enough, when all of them were through, I remember thinking that I had documented each one very thoroughly, somehow, someway. Of course when I woke, I realized that it was not in a physical way at all, and so my conscious self is at a loss. But I have some interesting images and ideas in my mind.

I remember flying to Yelapa, to the village, for the third time out of body. I remember nothing else.

I remember seeing Tyler, and knowing that I saw him often this way.

I have an image of seeing my reflection in my old bedroom, and the image of me had bright red hair, long and styled, and I was wearing a flamenco dress, and my body was gorgeous again and I was spinning splendidly around and watching the beauty of it.

I remember discussing a job interview with another girl, who I don't now know, but I told her it was a good thing I wasn't wearing my thigh highs with the skirt. (wtf?)

I remember peering through the sliding glass door, and it was still dark out, and I knew my subconscious (the creator of these experiences) was going to show me something. I feared She would show me a gray alien. Please don't. It ended up being a 5 year old blonde girl, peeking through the fence, and then laughing and disappearing again.

The last experience I had was, again, in my bedroom, and an unusually tall woman appeared. She was wearing all black. Her hair was pulled back in a pony tail. She was intense. She scared the shit out of me. I thought to myself, I'm really, really, not in the mood for this. So I woke myself up for the last time.

Each of these experiences were entirely separate. Entirely.
I wish I was able to document all of them down to the minute. But this is all I remember, and it means nothing to me.