Dream Projection with False Awakening

Sunday January 21, 2001 about 4:30 AM

I had felt tired all day Saturday. My right hand and wrist hurt, which had prevented me from doing my daily rowing exercise. I took two Mobigesic tablets for pain and went to bed at 10:30 PM.

I became conscious while feeling the internal movement of projecting. I intentionally separated and floated upward. My first thought was how easy separation had been, when usually I try hard and can't accomplish it. I was floating vertically a few feet above my bed in my old house in Davidson, North Carolina. (I still don't know if my old bedroom is an astral construction, if I time travel to my old bedroom, or if there's some other explanation for frequently finding myself projected in that room.)

I looked around and wondered where to go. Years of repeated suggestion took over and I thought of visiting my friend in Pennsylvania. I felt an instant shift in location, everything went black, and I knew I was in my friend's house. Although everything was still black, I knew I was in my friend's TV room, on his ground floor. I knew my friend and his wife were not in the room. I remembered my friend's wife had been having psychic experiences. I wondered if she would be able to perceive me. I felt a quick shift and knew I was standing in the upstairs hall outside the master bedroom. I was reluctant to enter my friend and his wife's bedroom. I could sense that no one was up in the room. I felt a quick shift and knew I was standing in the basement. I still couldn't see, but I could sense that no one was up in the basement either.

Suddenly I snapped back to my body and sat up in bed. I was in bed in my old bedroom in Davidson (not in South Carolina where my body really was). I immediately began reviewing the projection I had just experienced so I would remember it. I could hear my family upstairs. I heard my brother say "Goodnight" and start coming down the stairs. My door was open. I realized my brother's actions are what had brought me back to my body. My brother came into my room, borrowed a couple of unused VCR tapes from me, and left to go to bed in his own room.

Then I was standing outside at night, on Pine Road in Davidson. I was talking with a good friend from childhood about the projection I had just experienced. I had three wall calendars in my hands. Then there was a blizzard of little white things flying through the air and hitting us. It was not snow or sleet. It seemed like rice. I looked at my friend and said, "Is it rice?"

Then I woke up in my real bed in Anderson, South Carolina. I didn't feel like trying to go back to sleep, so I got up and checked my email. One email was from my old friend Jim Brown, who said he was going to Idaho for his son's wedding. I immediately remembered the rice that was hitting me in my dream a few minutes before. Friends throw rice at the bride and groom at weddings. I also realized that the biggest, most memorable event Jim Brown and I shared had occurred on Pine Road in Davidson. It seemed Jim's thoughts of me in telling me about the wedding, brought Pine Road and flying rice into my dream.


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