Intentional Astral Projection

February 20, 2006 Monday

This was one of my more successful attempts at astral projection. I had been reading Robert Bruce's book Astral Dynamics. My intention was to do several exercises repeatedly until I projected. Exercises included: full-body stretch, 10 long deep breaths, progressive muscular relaxation from feet to face, awareness feet and leg stimulation, energy-raising full-body circuits, stimulation of chakras beginning with the feet, room bounce, expanding to fill the room, spinning around the room, walking around the apartment, and more, which I performed for about an hour and fifty minutes. Finally, my astral body was suddenly out, with none of the falling, racing-heart, spinning, rushing-noises, vibrations or other sensations I usually experienced as I projected.

I was in complete blackness. I wanted to visit a good friend who lives in Pennsylvania. (I live in South Carolina.) I visualized my friend and said his name over and over again. As I felt myself flying through blackness I had dual consciousness. I could feel my body saying my friend's name aloud and I could hear my body saying his name as I flew.

The flight stopped and I found myself in a dark room or hallway scooting along the floor toward the open doorway of a lit bedroom. There was one person in the bedroom, a man sitting up in bed on top of the covers. He was not the friend I had tried to visit. He was wearing long, dark, sweat pants or pajama bottoms -- navy, I think -- and a light-colored tee-shirt. The man looked familiar, but I couldn't place him.

I stood up as I entered the bedroom. The man stared at me contemplatively, as if he was about to speak to me. I moved to my right and saw that he kept staring at the doorway, thinking. He couldn't see me. I studied the man in an attempt to recognize him. He had a large nose and a goatee. He was slim. I guessed the man to be in his forties. He was alert, like he felt like something was amiss, but he didn't know what.

I grabbed his left leg and shook it. No response. He slowly looked around the room and blew air, puffing his cheeks out as he blew. I grabbed his left arm and shook it. He raised his left arm, absently scratched his left cheek briefly, and returned his arm to his side. He obviously could not see or feel me.

Suddenly I was wide awake back in my body. I turned on the light and recorded the experience. A few days later the man's identity occurred to me. The man looked like the actor F. Murray Abraham.


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Dream Telepathy with Friend on Cruise

January 31, 2006 Tuesday

I was in South Carolina. My friend lives in Arizona.

Tuesday morning (1/31/06) I dreamt that my friend and I were hiding on a boat or train. We were hiding for fun rather than from fear. Later we were picking up coins, many of which were strange, not standard US coins. I sent my friend an email about the dream.

On the morning of February 6 I received an email reply from my friend. He said he had just returned from a week-long cruise in the Caribbean. He said during the cruise he had played around with his friends by hiding from them in the ship's passageways. He also said he played a lot of slot machines and handled lots of coins and casino chips.

Parallels between my dream and reality:
hiding on a boat for fun
handling strange coins


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Dream Telepathy

January 18, 2006, Wednesday

I was in South Carolina. My friend was in Pennsylvania.

Tuesday night (1/17/06) my friend was reading a Dilbert cartoon book by Scott Adams, Words You Don't Want to Hear During Your Annual Review. The cover showed the boss giving Wally his performance review and saying, "COOT... FERAL... SQUIRRELLY..." My friend thought about other members of the animal kingdom and realized most would probably be bad to hear during a review. He liked the cartoons and he wanted to share them with someone. He considered taking the book to work, but decided not to. A few hours later on Wednesday morning (1/18/06) I dreamt that my friend was reading something funny. I thought it was a cartoon. He wanted me to read it and handed it to me saying something about the one that started with "You know why they call me wolf?" I took it but I did not read it.

Parallels between reality and my dream:
My friend read funny cartoons and wanted to share them,
What he was sharing referenced an animal, and
No one else read the cartoons my friend wanted to share.


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Astral Projection in Dream

January 14, 2006 Saturday about 7:00 AM

I dreamt that I was very tired. I lied down to rest. I felt a projection beginning, overcame the reflexive resistance to losing control, and projected. I found myself above the North Carolina house in which I grew up. I was not lucid and I did not know I was dreaming. As I flew around the yard I noticed that I had no problem staying aloft. Usually when I am projected and flying I lose altitude involuntarily. I also realized that it was the first projection I had experienced in a long time. I thought about how effortlessly I had projected and how easily I was maintaining the projection. I realized I needed to try to project in dreams more often.


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Dream Telepathy

December 2, 2005 Friday

After lunch on Thursday, my friend in Pennsylvania noticed a wooden table, some chairs, and lots of white plastic bags stacked at the trash bin behind a store. He came back that night after dark to get the table and possibly other stuff worth taking. The table was gone. He thought about whether the chairs would fit in his vehicle. He was uneasy behind the store at night and wondered what the employees would think if they saw him taking stuff. There were lots of plastic bags. He left without taking anything.

A few hours later on Friday morning in South Carolina, I dreamt that my friend and I were at a store where he was getting a bunch of plastic bags on a wooden pallet at a reduced price. He left. I stayed and hassled with the employees over taking the stuff. One employee acted like our getting the stuff was illicit. Later, after dark, my friend returned. We were standing by the pile of plastic bags behind the store at a backdoor, like a receiving entrance. The wooden pallet was gone. We wondered if the other stuff would fit into our vehicle. When the dream ended we had not taken anything.

Parallels:

My friend had the “good deal” feeling of saving money. (In reality the items were free. In the dream the items were at a special low price.)

My friend saw the stuff he wanted, left for awhile, and came back after dark to get it.

In reality there was a wooden table. In the dream it was a wooden pallet.

The table/pallet was gone when my friend came back for it.

There were piles of plastic bags.

We stood beside the stuff in the dark behind the store.

We were concerned about what the employees thought about our taking the stuff.

We were uneasy in the dark behind the store.

We contemplated what would fit into the vehicle.

We ended up not taking anything.


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Dream Telepathy

July 31, 2005 Sunday

This incident occurred when I was in South Carolina and my friend was in Pennsylvania.

Sunday morning I dreamt I was helping a friend with a project that involved his going for supplies, using a tape measure, and painting. In the scene I remember I was stooped painting a vertical surface white and my friend was working a couple of feet above my head. My impression was that it was a wall or a stair. The project involved more than just painting, because painting does not require taking measurements.  

Unknown to me, a support on my friend's stairway to his basement broke several days before my dream. My friend thought about fixing it but didn’t get to it until Sunday (7/31/2005). He bought supplies at Home Depot, used a tape measure to reposition the railing supports, and sat on the stairs as he worked. He wanted to do some touch-up painting around the repairs but he didn’t get to it. The wall is white.

Parallels:  Getting supplies, working on the stair, using a tape measure, and thinking of painting with white paint.


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Strong Dream Telepathy

July 20, 2005 Wednesday

Wednesday morning (in South Carolina) I dreamed that my father and I were looking at an old black-and-white photograph. It was an old war photo that showed a city with a military plane flying over it. He said the pilot was a guy named Jimmy and the city was Binghamton.

That same morning my father (in North Carolina) was preparing a talk about The Lonesome Lady, a World War II bomber whose crew he knew. The plane had been shot down. My father was assembling pictures, making handouts, and writing his talk. Later that day I mentioned my morning dream to my father in an email. He responded in an email, saying, "Mark it up as a coincidence, but as you were dreaming about Jimmy and Binghamton, I was thinking of how to present my talk about the Lonesome Lady mission including the bombardier, Jim Ryan from Binghamton, NY."

That may be the clearest incidence of telepathy I've had with my father. Not only did I pick up on my father, his old photos, World War II, and flying, but I got two proper names – Jimmy and Binghamton.


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Waking Telepathy

April 12, 2005 Tuesday

On Tuesday, for no apparent reason, I found myself thinking about the older brother of a good friend of mine from the 1970s. I had not thought about the older brother in many years. I wondered what became of him. I barely knew him, and I'm sure I wouldn't recognize him if I saw him.

The next day, on Wednesday morning, I received an unexpected email from an old friend who lives in Texas. He said he had meant to mention that he had found our mutual friend's older brother on the Internet, but he had forgotten to tell me. He went on to relate the guy's current position, education, languages, etc.

It appears that my Texas friend researched the older brother, meant to tell me about it, and forgot to tell me about it, which prompted telepathic communication.


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Heard My Name Called

March 6, 2005 Sunday 5:50 PM

I was meditating before supper. I had been breathing deeply for about twenty minutes. I was very relaxed. I was startled to hear a woman's voice call my name, "Jon", loudly and clearly. It was so real and so loud that I felt a jolt of adrenalin and jumped. I was instantly wide awake. My heart was pounding. I knew no one else was in my apartment and the sound had to have been in my head. I had not recognized the woman's voice. The call did not sound like a warning, but just to get my attention.

Twice before I had heard someone call my name like that when no one was there. The first time was when I was about five or six years old, around 1959. I was standing in our downstairs playroom with my brother playing pool on a miniature, toy, pool table. That time a man's voice called, "Jon". I could not believe my brother had not heard it. At the time I decided it must have been God.

The second time it happened was in 1982 or 1983 when I lived on the shore of Lake Hartwell in South Carolina. That time it was a woman's voice. All three times the voice simply sounded like the caller wanted my attention, but then didn't say anything else.


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Brief Dream Projection

January 29, 2005 Saturday 5:40 PM

I was lying on my back meditating before supper. I was sitting at a conference table in a meeting room with several other people. Suddenly everything went black and I felt my astral body sliding out of my physical body head first and backwards. When I was completely out I hovered in blackness. I could feel my heart pounding and I felt like my blood pressure had a large increase. I could hear a cacophony of concerned voices around me saying, "What happened?", "Is he alright?" I moved back and forth, then high, then swung like a pendulum, then rejoined my body.


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Dream Telepathy

January 4, 2005 Tuesday

I dreamed that I was playing poker with an old friend who lives in Arizona now. The game was chaotic with lots of confusion regarding who was in, who was out, what the bet was, whose turn it was, etc. The game had a surreal quality to it.

I wrote my friend an email about the dream. He said he had received the poker game "Texas Hold'em" as a Christmas gift. He said he and his grown son had been playing it after a lot of drinking in Mexico a few days earlier. He said it was the first time he had played poker in about three years.


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Dream Telepathy

December 3, 2004 Friday

Friday morning I dreamt of an old friend who moved to Arizona. In my dream we were painting a wall with cream-colored paint. Then we were in a cluttered area looking for rattlesnakes. He yelled "There he is! There he is!" and caught a rattlesnake. He quickly inserted his shotgun down the length of the snake's body, pointing away from him, and began firing. As he fired he said that's the way they cook snake meat in the wild. Then he stopped firing and was holding some long sandwiches, like hotdogs or hoagies, instead of a snake and a shotgun. I was amazed. As soon as he saw the look on my face he broke out laughing, real hard. The whole thing had been a prank. There was no snake. He laughed and laughed uncontrollably.

I sent my friend an email telling him about my dream. He said a few days before (less than a week) he had been at his mountain cabin with two male relatives who were helping him build an addition onto the cabin. One of the guys came running out of the junky basement storage area saying he heard something move down there. My friend thought it might be a rattlesnake, since they are common in that area. So my friend and the guy went into the basement looking for the snake. My friend kept picking up pipe sections and pointing them down and away from him as he shook them to make a snake fall out if there was one inside. Then he heard something and looked in time to see a mouse run behind a cardboard box. He said he instantly knew the mouse had been the cause of the noise his relative had heard earlier. My friend said he yelled "Look out!" and screamed "Ahhhhhhh!" pointing at the mouse. His relative jumped and spun in the air to face the mouse in a boxer's fighting stance. (He used to be a boxer.) My friend said it looked so funny he laughed real hard until tears were running down his face. He said, "I laughed so hard I cried and tears were just streaming down my face. I told that story to our wives, friends the next night, and so on each time crying when I recounted Dick's 'fighting stance jump' with mice attacking."


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Dream Telepathy

November 14, 2004 Sunday


This incident was a first in that as I went to sleep early Sunday morning I intended to see if I could experience dream telepathy with my good friend in Pennsylvania. I succeeded.

I dreamt I was at my friend's house in Pennsylvania. My friend was showing me around the house. He pointed into a small bathroom and told me the commode was stopped up. 

My friend told me that earlier in the week the commode in the half bath near the kitchen in his house had stopped up and he had used a plunger to clear it. He said he has lived in that house for five years and this was the first time that commode had been clogged.


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Dream Telepathy

November 7, 2004 Sunday

I almost didn't include this experience in my record because it seemed weak, but it appears so obviously to defy random coincidence that I decided to include it. Over the years my best friend and I have recognized that our telepathy is often induced when one of us wants to tell the other something, but then doesn't get a chance to do so. Our subconsciouses apparently attempt to complete the intended communication. This entry is an example of that phenomenon.

My friend intended to call me from Pennsylvania on Saturday night (11/5), but when he got ready to call it was too late so he didn't call. One of the things he meant to tell me about was a dream he had earlier that week. In his dream he was working in the building where we used to work together in South Carolina. There was a fire in the front part of the building that prevented him from taking the prescribed evacuation route down the building's front hallway. In order to avoid the fire he had to evacuate out the side door of the open office area.

Later that same night (early Sunday morning, 11/6) I dreamed I was hiking with my friend and there was a fire ahead that blocked our path. We had to take an alternate route to avoid the fire. Later, we were working together in the building where we used to work in real life.   

Parallels:  fire, our paths were blocked by fire and we had to take an alternate route, working in the building where we used to work.


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Dream Telepathy

May 24, 2004 Monday

On Monday morning I dreamt that a good friend of mine and I were driving somewhere at night. As we neared our destination he turned right off the paved road to take a dirt road. I asked him what he was doing. He said if he stayed on the pavement he would get pulled over by the police, so he was going to drive the rest of the way on this unpaved road. 

Saturday night (the night before the night of my dream), my friend was driving some friends of his to his remote cabin in the Arizona mountains. His friends were drinking and they kept trying to get him to drink. He is paranoid about getting caught drinking and driving, so he refused to drink until they had left the paved road by turning onto the dirt road that led the last few miles to the cabin.

Parallels:  driving at night, paranoia about getting pulled over by the police, feeling safe from the police after leaving the paved road, taking the last few miles of the trip on a dirt road.


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Dream Telepathy

May 6, 2004 Thursday

On Thursday morning I dreamt that my best friend's father had stopped breathing. I gave him mouth-to-mouth resuscitation and he started breathing again. I had never met my friend's father in real life. My friend lives in Pennsylvania, his father lives in Georgia, and I live in South Carolina.

My best friend was in Texas on business. He said on the previous Thursday his father had difficulty breathing and had been admitted to a hospital in Georgia. Pneumonia was suspected, but no cause was identified. My friend's father had been released from the hospital on Saturday. Of course my friend had been concerned about his father this week, especially since no cause of his father's breathing difficulty had been determined. 


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Dream Telepathy

April 15, 2004 Thursday

On Thursday morning I had a long dream with many scenes. The following dream pieces seemed to be taken from the thoughts of my best friend, who was in Texas on business that week.

I dreamt I was staying with my best friend and helping him with a home repair. We worked in his backyard, where we dug a hole. Then I was getting out of bed and saw Bruce Willis on the far side of the bed. I asked my friend what Bruce Willis was doing there. Then we heard some loud rasping-sawing noises from the far corner of the room. Investigation revealed it was a group of cicadas on the wall. We talked about the progress of someone we were training.

I related the dream to my friend by email. He said before he went to Texas he had repaired the deck on the back of his house. In the course of repairs he had to dig a hole under the deck. Then he had to go to Texas, leaving the deck repairs unfinished, which bothered him. He said he had been thinking about the deck repairs all week. During his trip to Texas he had been training an auditor. One night that week he had watched a Bruce Willis movie in his hotel room. Also that week he had read an article about cicadas. The article predicted the cicadas would be unusually loud this year. 


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Astral Projection into Dumpster

March 12, 2004 Friday about 8:45 AM

I had awakened about 7:00 AM lying on my back with my cat, Charlie, nestled under my left arm. I continued to lie there thinking and resting. I felt the internal motion sensations that usual precede astral separation. I relaxed and flowed with it. I felt like I was swaying left and right, and then up and down. I heard the dump truck emptying the dumpster on the far side of the condominium complex. I knew it would come and empty the dumpster next to my apartment next.

My astral body separated and quickly drifted upwards. I could see. I was pressed against the ceiling facing upward. All I could see was the ceiling, up close. I noticed it was not the painted ceiling in my current bedroom, but the type of ceiling that was in my childhood home in North Carolina. The ceiling was made of squares of fiberboard covered with small holes. I could feel the ceiling with my fingertips. I pressed them against the ceiling. I thought about going to visit my friend in Pennsylvania, but nothing happened.

Then I heard the dump truck pull into the parking area in front of my apartment, to empty the dumpster. I felt like I needed to go and protect my car, which is parked as close to the dumpster as possible without blocking it. Suddenly I was inside the dumpster and I couldn't see anymore. I felt the dumpster lift up off the ground. I tumbled over inside the dumpster as it was turned upside down over the dump truck. I bounced around inside the dumpster as it was banged up and down to empty it. Abruptly I was back in bed lying on my back with my cat still nestled under my arm.   


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Energizing Projection

January 30, 2004 Friday morning

When I went to bed Thursday night I thought about how long it had been since I had experienced a good astral projection. I slept from about 2:00 AM to 5:00 AM. I was trying to get back to sleep when I felt like I was spinning counterclockwise. I recognized that an OBE was starting. I remained passive so that I could flow with the experience. Suddenly I separated and quickly flew upwards. As usual I was in a black void with no simulated visual input. I realized I needed to re-energize myself. I knew I needed to travel upwards toward the light and absorb as much energy as possible before reentering my body. That's what I thought even though I could see no light. I flew upwards rapidly. I could hear sound. It wasn't music, but more like background noise whose pitch increased the higher I flew. Suddenly I felt an energetic surge, and infusion of energy, as if I had succeeded in recharging myself.

Then I realized I had been projected for some time, thinking and flying, yet I hadn't snapped back to my body yet. It was time to get my vision working and go somewhere. I wanted to see and suddenly I could see. I was flying around inside a dimly-lit circular arena, or pit, with gray stone walls. My first impression was that the walls looked like walls in the original DOOM game by id software. The arena was perhaps 50-70 feet in diameter. I was flying around the inner perimeter, about ten feet off the ground and several feet in from the wall. I was aware that I was being watched by viewers above and beyond the top of the wall. There were openings, or windows, irregularly spaced in the walls. I was being watched by people in those windows too. I realized although I had succeeded in gaining vision, what I was seeing was not real. I wanted to see what was really around me.

I decided I wanted to go visit my best friend, whom I often try to visit during projections. I began descending and found myself sliding and bouncing along the ground. Movement was difficult as if I was moving through molasses. Abruptly the OBE was over and I was sitting on the floor in an open-office environment. I couldn't believe I had been stupid enough to sit down on the floor at work and have an out-of-body experience while my coworkers worked around me. I knew I was at the company I used to work for, and for which my friend still works, but I knew I didn't belong there. I sat there for a minute resting and watching people work. Then I was sitting at a desk in the middle of the open-office area. I recognized the desk as mine. A small hardback book I had wanted to read before I left was still sitting on the desk. I think the book's title was SNARPS. It contained cartoon strips. I flipped through the book and noticed it was a library book. There was a card pocket and checkout card in the back. I wondered what the overdue fee would be. Snarps were funny creatures with long faces like aardvarks. The book was black and white.

Suddenly I was in a room with people I knew. In front of me to my right were three good friends of mine from around my high-school years. Each one had about a week's growth of beard. I was surprised they all worked at the company I used to work for. Across the hall I could see a man in an opened window trying to talk to me, but I couldn't hear what he was saying. Then I was walking toward the entrance of a dark cafe or video arcade, like in a shopping mall. I was startled to see a dear old friend walking out. We embraced, there was a loud noise, and he vanished. I felt a great sense of loss. Then I was talking with a girl who had lived next door to me when we were children, but I couldn't hear what she was saying. I woke up.

Later that day I looked up "snarps" on Google. Most of the hits were genealogical or non-English. I translated one of the first hits, from Dutch to English. It said that Snarps are ectoplasmic creatures that haunt old houses. Neat.


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Waking Telepathy

June 28, 2003 Saturday night

I was visiting my family in North Carolina where we were celebrating both my mother's and older brother's birthdays at the same gathering. I was concerned about how my brother would react to one of my gifts to him, our Great Uncle Len's World War I bugle. My brother is the keeper of the family's genealogy records. I was afraid he would resent the gift, thinking he should have had possession of the bugle all along. I had wrapped the bugle in a large box.

The gifts were separated into two piles, one pile for my mother and one pile for my brother. One of my gifts to my mother was wrapped in a shoe box. As my mother began removing the wrapping, my brother blurted out, "It's a bugle!" The box was much too small to hold a bugle. My brother had no idea why he had blurted out that it was a bugle. He was astounded when he opened my gift to him, saw the bugle, and remembered what he had said a few minutes earlier.


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