So, the other night I did a WBTB, staying up for about 30 minutes and reading MILD sections from LaBerge and Rheingold's ETWOLD. I went back to bed with a strong intention. I dreamt, but didn't DILD. But then I briefly woke up between a REM cycle, and did a quick, 5-second FILD as I was falling asleep again. It did the trick. I consciously noticed my body shutting down: the white HH, the numbing paralysis...and then the big skull-rattling vibrations and sounds. I rode it out for what seemed about 10-15 seconds. When the vibrations finally subsided, I sat up in bed to do an RC. My hands were huge, had 8 fingers. I had already crossed over. This is the second time I've done a FILD where I felt like I had gone through a curtain. There is something so ineffable and mystically wonderful about crossing through that phase. I stood up on my bed in my astral body and looked around my dark bedroom, in which only a moment ago I was mortally awake and physically limited. But now I was immortal and unlimited. I jumped off my bed and landed on my carpeted floor, which was as soft and fluffy as sponge cake. Then I walked around my bedroom, marveling how vivid and accurate it all looked to real life. I walked into my family room and said to myself, "So, this is my dream house!" Then I realized it was time to go -- and I ran and leapt and sailed up through the bay windows and out into the night. Everything was crystal clear: the crisp yet perfectly-temperature air, the brilliant, starry sky and houses and treetops and streetlights beneath me. It was so euphoric.
I flew around for a bit until I started to see massive glass rollercoaster-like structures looming before me. There were people inside them, sitting in which looked like various restaurants and cafes. I wanted to met some of the DC women, so I flew through the glass and into one restaurant. I saw a VERY attractive Hispanic female with a long, black ponytail and decided I would go home with her. But before I could do anything further, I sensed IRL that my physical hand in bed scratched my physical nose. The thought of this reaction suddenly destabilized the dream and before I could regain any footing, I awoke.
But all in all, the experience was amazing, wonderfully encouraging. Just adds to my LD addiction. But I wonder: have any of you more experienced guys been awoken prematurely by a physiological thing like that? An itchy nose? Coughing? For all I know I may have dreamt my nose itched and I scratched it IRL. It sure felt real though - as though it occurred on the other side of the curtain where my real corporeal nose and hands were. Thoughts?
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