Grigorios

This morning I fell asleep in my bedroom and suddenly perceived a weird feeling that I immediately connected with an OBE, based on some previous experiences that were basically the starting of OBEs. The feeling was both visual (like complete darkness and then a sort of light) and kinesthetic, quite familiar to me, but difficult to describe. I decided to let the feeling go on so to go further into the experience. Then I decided to move and turn around on the other side of the bed; immediately I found myself moving as I wanted to (I actually fell asleep on a side, with my arm around my partner's shoulders). I was very lucid, I actually wondered if I was moving with my physical body. I got up of bed and started moving around the room, noticing that I was very light and was almost fluctuating and thinking that this meant I was having an OBE. The emotion was very strong. I decided to get out of the room. I passed through the closed door, I did it slowly but with no effort and noticed with great lucidity that I was doing it. I found myself in the corridor, that looked a little different from the actual one, and very lighted (while in "reality" the shutters were closed, so it was dark). I kept moving lightly, fluctuating in the corridor, almost flying, and then reached the front room. It was wider and a little different from the actual one, with a huge glass door as big as the whole wall (instead of the two much smaller ones I have). Everything was wide and lighted by the sun. The emotions grew while I kept flying around the front room. I noticed that my hands could easily pass through the glass of the window, and did it more than once, always very lucid. I looked at my hands (it is a reality check I often do during the day) and they were almost trasparent, the fingers were like crooked and crossed together. Then I decided to go somewhere else and chose my parents' house. Only for a moment I found myself there, in the corridor of their house, still fluctuating and having that sense of extreme lightness. Was difficult though to keep staying there so I woke up. Actually it was a false awakening, I woke up in another dream, in bed, with my partner, in the exact posture in which I fell asleep, just with the bedroom looking a little bit different. I was telling her about the experience, being very excited and thinking about writing the experience in my journal. Then I woke up, finding very difficult, in the first moments, to realize that the previous conversation was a dream.