You didn't see yourself. That's not an OBE. All you did was dream of your safe place (home, with your parents, perfectly made and clean). Please don't be afraid to go to sleep.
I used to OBE a lot as a child, did it less as I got older (and do it even less in my 40's - I pretty much have to be awake and shocked out of my system, by this time). An OBE is something like, what I recall when I was 7 years old.
I had gone to sleep at my bedtime, but I went to sleep wanting to be awake so I could hang out with my dad (he was working 3 jobs, and by some miracle he was home that night). I still to this day, remember looking down at myself in bed sleeping, being near the ceiling, floating down the hallway and when I got to my destination (the living room, behind the recliner so I could hide), I came down and hid. I don't know how long I sat there, it felt like just a minute or so, but I do remember my father looking up from what he was doing, his face drained of blood and him looking like he was forcing himself to think rationally at the sight of me, and him saying "Carolyn... go to bed." In an instant I was back in my bed, waking up from the event. Years later, when I was around 25 years old, and pregnant with my 2nd child, me and my dad were having a heart to heart, sit down chat. The topic of that night, me being 7 years old, hiding behind the recliner, came up. He explained why he was scared out of his mind when he saw me, and apologized having been so cross when he told me to go to bed. According to him, when he saw me behind the chair, he thought I was a ghost because what he saw, that was me, had no feet. I remember when he told me that, I grabbed his hand and smiled, and I apologized too, for scaring him. I explained that when I was a child, I did this regularly - leaving my body. More often when I was awake than asleep. Many relatives reported seeing me two places at once when I was young. (I'm probably not the only one here, who did that).
My adult OBE's were only in times of great physical pain, shock, or extreme happiness, and usually involved blowing a light bulb nearby, or some kind of electrical appliance.
I did it once when I was in a car accident at age 17, I remember floating above my body and quickly checking the damage to the car before I was back in my body and physically trying to get out, and found out that my ankles were both fractured the second I put my feet on the ground.
I did it once when I was 30 years old, when I was very pregnant with my 4th child, I actually fried the ultrasound machine at the OB/GYN office, that was so embarrassing. I couldn't help it, seeing my healthy child made me that happy. That whole pregnancy was strange, first of all I found out I was pregnant when I was 20 weeks along (I had no symptoms of pregnancy), and then was advised at 24 weeks to abort her because some blood test (normally given in the first trimester) came back saying she had a slew of diseases that she didn't even have! She turned out to have Type 1 Diabetes, but that wasn't diagnosed until she was 3 years old. Off topic, sorry.
The last time I OBE'ed, I was 41 years old, awake, and I had just been reunited with my dear friend Adam, who I loved since we were 15 years old, and who is now my life partner. We had been apart, and out of contact for 19 years and 3 months, since our last time together, when we finally met in a parking lot. We had grown up a thousand miles away from where we were, and by some miracle, he had moved to my city (following a job, having no idea I lived there at the time, we reconnected on of all places, Facebook). And it was right when both of us needed each other the most. It was March 5th, 2011. I was so happy, when I saw him come out of that building, it was like time stood still, and suddenly I saw myself from above my head. I watched myself tear across the parking lot, I was running! And as soon as he caught me, I was back in my body, and I smelled him, breathed him in deep, both of us cried, shaking, holding each other so tight, I remember thinking at that moment, I wanted to live another 40 years, at least, so we could have time together...our time. I'm sorry for going into so much detail.
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