Message #39232

[guest587]

i had an OBE. pushing out of my body was relatively easy. i walked out my bedroom. my dad was a little curious as to what he was witnessing from his bed. i went outside in the backyard. suddenly i was in a sitting position like in a chair and started propelling myself up to the sky. i felt no fear, i tried going to the stars. i was like a rocket. i saw a shooting star on my way up and out towards space. it was blue star-dust. things started to shake and vibrate intensely. the stars started to blur. i never get into space anymore. i tried and tried, determined. instead i woke up in another bedroom. i slithered out of body. i walked around the house and then woke up. as i lay in bed i realized the second OBE was a dream and felt fake. i realize i have to pee but i don't want to miss another opportunity. i lay there for a while before surrendering to the urge to pee and force myself out of bed.

as i fall back asleep i dream my family and i are all out in someone elses yard laying down in the grass. im throwing the ball for juno my girl dog. i throw it into the neighbors tree, it is a small shrub like tree next to the front of their house. juno gets herself tangled up in it as she retrieves the ball. my sister appears younger than she is. she is a child in this experience. she feels bad that we're in the neighbors yard just doing our thing. she gets herself up and knocks on the neighbors door. a man in a suit answers. she explains to him that our dog is here and got stuck in his tree. that she's sorry but she doesn't want to cause a commotion. the man replies something like, "i guess we don't have to shoot anyone then." strange...  before this dream comes to an end, i tell my sister she was right to listen to her intuition. it feels like i am telling her this from a distance, and like the words are being typed and represented on a computer screen...

in the next dream casey is there. she later turns into this african american man. he is asking for an instrument of mine. all i have is this long double layered kalimba and chrome paintbrushes. he takes the paintbrushes and strokes them against the kalimba keys. the sound produces the most wonderful and beautiful music i have ever heard. it doesn't sound like a kalimba it sounds like a violin. he's reading off a sheet of music and playing this amazing drawn out melody. my soul is moved by such delicate and ambient sounds. he hands me the chrome paintbrushes. i don't know how to read the music and ask him how he did that. he disappears and i am left with the kalimba. i try to recreate the experience and i am impressed i am actually making music. casey re-appears and tells me  it sounds like a melody she has heard before. i tell her i made it up on the spot. then i hear it again and say i can see how she hears so and so as a melody. i am really loving the violin/kalimba experience.

ps... there was a dream in between these two that i can not quite recall. just that it was its own separate adventure with my friend javier.