RommiH's Dream Journal (entries are not dated correctly. i am slowly transferring my DJ from my computer, to the one on DV)

This morning I activated my sight during an OBE and saw my first entity.
I had like one and a half obes today. It goes like this:
I wake up with my hand on my face. It is covering my right eye and some of my left. I move my hand but the “hand” on my face doesn’t move. I move my hand some more and realize whatever that is on my face and blocking my vision (which was very hazy) was not my hand. I look with my left eye at my hand. It’s transparent. I figure I am my astral self. I look at my hand some more and move it until I am back to my physical body. I then induce another obe. Right before I reach the waves of vibrations, I hear a single voice of a man. He sounds very nice. I can understand him word for word and listen to him. He speaks as if from an audio book. As I am going through vibrations, he talks about obes. He speaks about it in great detail. He then starts giving me tips as I feel myself float up. I did not intend to leave the room. Instead I wanted to gain my astral sight. So once I was out of body, I dropped back down to bed level so I could attempt opening my eyes. As I floated down the voice told I was going to encounter something. He told me not to fear and that nothing could hurt me. He said, and I quote, to “do something silly”. Once level to the bed I open my eyes. Again I see the thing I thought was my hand. Whatever it was, it blocked most of my vision. What I could see was very hazy. I took my hands and tried to pull the thing off. It was like one huge eyelid. It was very hard to pry open and it would only stay open as long as I held it. When I let go it would cover my right eye and some of my left. After pulling at that for a few seconds. I saw the being the voice told me I would meet. It stood several feet from the bed and was about my height. It was pink. It was a pink humanoid blob. I was like whoa! Instead of projecting love or whatever like they tell you to, I made my hand into a gun. Not an actual gun but a imaginative gun with my fingers. I pointed my fingers at the pink thing and started to shoot at it. It returned the action by pointing its own arms at me and began shooting. We had are own little pretend shoot-out. Once I saw the pink blob bring up its arm I thought at it “haha good luck with that”