Sleepy, Dreamy OBE

I slept from midnight to 6:30 and woke up to my sweet daughter asking me to snuggle her. She ended up getting up with Erik and they let me try to go back to sleep. It took a while, but I did not anticipate an OBE. It seemed too late in the day...

I begin feeling the vibrations and electricity surging throughout my body in triangular shapes. I say instantly, "Yes! I want to go out of body! I have been waiting for this!" I feel a tender spot in my stomach, possibly because I am recovering from the stomach flu, but I am very aware of it. I consider projecting into the room, but realize with full certainty that it doesn't matter whether I do: I just need to wait out the uncomfortable electric part and then I will enter a dream space where I don't feel discomfort anymore. So I wait it out.

Now I am outside of my house on the street, just like last time. I realize I can jump extremely high. So I jump. But there are all these little dogs on the street trying to nip at my ankles. This is a very familiar scenario. When I feel threatened by beings trying to pull me down, it is so much harder to fly high and escape. It takes so much focus and will. I try my best to escape the dogs and fly onto the roof of the house across the street. 

Then I slip out of consciousness and continue dreaming about finding a hiding spot in that house during some kind of apocalyptic drama.

Magnificence

I woke up around 4 and couldn't get back to sleep easily because of a really bad sore throat. But when I did, I drifted directly into dreams for a long time and then found myself electric in my body, restlessly moving around within it, waiting to project.

I float out of my body awkwardly into the room. I don't feel completely present because I am so exhausted and fighting a virus and just want to sleep. Because of this my movements are lazy and without intention.

Somehow I find myself standing in front of my house on my street. I am about sixty feet tall, standing there. It feels magnificent. I am magnificent in size, this is extraordinary. I gradually shrink down until I am closer to ten feet tall, and I begin to jump, great, big elaborate jumps, pushing off with one foot and landing about thirty feet away on the other. Again, my size and this unearthly ability creates a wonderful feeling of magnificence and bliss. I go around the bend of my street and now I am on St. Clair, just jumping these great jumps to feel my power and strength. I have this feeling of another presence with me, who I am sort of teaching how to jump these great jumps, but I never see this person.

Now I make a left onto Texas Street and look toward the sky. My neighborhood is vivid. I appreciate vividness in these experiences and soak it up like food for the soul. I jump and jump and jump extravagant jumps and feel the greatness in my bones. 

I am craving a different landscape. I want to go somewhere else. I am still ten feet tall, and I reach my long, skinny arms out to the front of me and rip open the fabric of this scene as though it's merely a curtain, exposing a grassy field in another reality. The sky is pink in there. I like it and I want to go. I rip wider and wider until my neighborhood is completely gone and step inside the meadow, losing consciousness completely.