INT. POLICE INTERROGATION ROOM - NIGHT Around 4:00 AM. Straight into dream from wakefulness--WILD--I see a man seated across from me at a metal desk. He's saying something boring. The hand of my "subtle body" goes behind my back. I find this strange, as I always sleep with my hand under my pillow near my face. Once I get used to the idea of having two right hands (one real, one astral) I get down to business: I do the Waggoner thing and ignore the suit at the desk, shouting up at the sky to the awareness within the dream. I ask it to show me the solution to my difficulties with productivity at work. No answer. I ask again. Then I see a purple, rectangular window with a small, convoluted object inside--light purple with dark shadows. I assume it's my optic nerve or something in my head. (Upon waking and searching Google Images, I'm inclined to think it resembled a solitary neuron.) I gaze at it with interest, as it is quite vivid and three-dimensional. I ask what it is but receive no answer. The rectangle moves up in my vision and it's hard to keep my eyes on it--like a floater. I awake but the vision persists for a few seconds in the darkness of the bedroom. I suspect I was just seeing hypnagogic imagery and the purple thing, however vivid, was not necessarily the dream emissary's answer. (Unless I was being shown a brain tumour that needs removing!)
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INT. CHURCH - DAY A breakfast of pastries, cheesecakes, and cobblers on two right-angled tables with white tablecloths invites a crowd of diners. They mill about indecisively while women stand ready to dish out the food with plastic spatulas. A white inclined plane appears in space. I rest on it. Suddenly it turns on a hinge. My astral body falls with that familiar jolt. Still conscious enough to self observe, i smile in my half sleep, recognizing what just happened: "Ah yes, that might have been an OBE!"
Updated 12-18-2016 at 01:21 AM by 92227