20 OBEs
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Lucid Intent? Yes Lucid Technique: Other
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I'm singing about sidhonoric acid (a google search turns up nothing on this word!) and talking to P___ (the bus driver from real life that I broke my friendship off with because he started dropping clues that he was a pedophile -- which made me immediately stop taking that bus).
(wake up, record, fall back to sleep)
Running a flight simulator, it's kind of real, though -- I'm using a mouse but it's connected to a plane over Boston. There's a shift, and now it's a car I'm flying ... it touches down on the freeway in the middle of traffic and then turns into a truck. I'm watching it "remotely" and I see it roll into the Charles River. I try to pull it out with the mouse, although it distorts a little widthwise as I do so. A few moments later I see that I'm back on the road going north and I try to make it fly, but it doesn't seem to work. Using the mouse again, I pick up a telephone pole that's directly in my way,
(wake up, record, fall back to sleep)
"Salvation" is somehow mixed up with a book about selling one's blood like a junkie would -- in a weird sort of way. Then I whack E____ (the person in real life who founded the religion I grew up in, which I left years ago) on the forehead with a plastic syringe for all the trouble she's caused me throughout my lifetime.
(wake up, record, fall back to sleep)
I think while I'm in a physics department I should set up an experiment for a flying dolphin; and I think, Birds are in the air and seals should be in the sky. Then I see a small jet that propels itself through the air like a seal would do through the water. I go to talk about the idea with a professor.
(wake up, record, fall back to sleep)
I find myself waking up in a strange bed. I'm shocked to see that a lesbian friend of mine from real life is in bed with me, and kind of draped over me. I'm kind of disturbed by this development ... it's quite a shock to find out that she's not only straight AND interested me, but also that she thought that myself, a gay man, wouldn't object to sleeping with a woman.
(wake up, record, fall back to sleep)
I'm at a hotel for a conference. My parents are there, too, but my mother is in a terrible mood about something. There's a Sunday paper for everyone. There's some confusion about which lectures we're each going to be attending, but then I get preoccupied with a delivery of mail that just arrived. I'm shocked to see that one package had to have been circulating in the Postal Service for almost forty years, for the return address is in my grandfather's handwriting and says, "Mr. and Mrs. V___ H_____." (he died in 1971). Then I see another package from my brother's ex-parents-in-law, "J___ and W____ B_____." I wonder how these packages managed to stay in circulation and yet not reach their destination all these years. I see another has my parent's old Tennessee address on it, and then another one is from "Pat Nixon."
(wake up, record, fall back to sleep)
Long, long dream where I get out of body, starting with my hands rising up, and then do it over and over again ... probably 20 times. I experiment with a lot of things, knowing that I'm going to forget most of them because I'm letting the dream go on for so long. Also, every time I wake up and go right back into an OBE I usually forget the dreams before that (indeed, all I can remember now is one sequence where I was experimenting with the "reality" of the dream -- but I can't even remember any details of that). Finally I notice what's bumping me out of the OBE dreams so many times -- my lips aren't quite shut, and they make a funny noise every now and then that wakes me up.
I finally wake up and DON’T go back into OBE, rather I get up.
