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Edited on Thu Dec-01-05 01:28 PM by BlueIris
I had a very weird experience last night. Not bad, just unusual, and unfortunately, it doesn't feel significant, as if I learned anything deeply valuable about myself or my future (kind of what I was hoping for). I'm wondering if it matches up with any experiences any of you have ever had.
I'd been interested in exploring astral travel ever since reading a poster's description on another board about the things they learned during time in the Astral world about our government and future political events. I thought whatever I learned in my dream might be of use in this forum. Also, as I've mentioned before, I'm trying to figure out where I'm going in this life, what I want to do with the rest of my existence. I was hoping for enlightenment of some variety, even if it was very cryptic (I'm sorta good at identifying the messages in my own dreams). I thought last night would be a good time to try out astral travel because a Tarot reading I'd had featured the Chariot Rx in the sixth position of a Celtic cross, which my reader noted can sometimes mean astral work.
Okay, you may laugh, but here's how I got the process started: I actually bought a candle from my trusty local metaphysical bookstore labeled "for astral travel" and burned it. I really didn't expect it to do anything. Curiously, it burned extremely fast (within a hour, it was gone, a nine inch candle) and made me kind of foggy. I thought it was the fragrance in it. As I was falling asleep, I felt a bizarre kind of floating feeling, and thought to myself, "is astral travel giving me my first, long-coveted OOBE?"
Then, the dream. I don't remember the first part, but the second part featured me wandering around in a city that looks like Los Angeles--or at least, in my dream, I kept calling it that, but probably wasn't. It seemed smallish, and I could see sky scrapers in the distance, but they were very, very far away, and obscured by smog. Also, wandering isn't the right word, I was floating. That's one of the anomalies that makes this dream different from all others I've had. I don't pay much attention to details like walking in dreams, or running, though sometimes in my dreams I will know that I'm doing those things. In this dream, everywhere I went I felt as if I was floating along, and knew that the floating was how I moved. First, I noticed a library (huge) with scruffy, desert-like palm trees around it, that was like the much larger version of my city's own library. In the dream, I found that comforting (I was homesick, and felt vaguely lost). Second, a house, that looked kind of like the house in New Jersey where the "Amityville horror" allegedly took place. It was painted this bizarre shade of blue-grey. I went inside, thinking it was my house, only to be told by the construction guys working on it that "the owners" would be back soon and I could ask them any questions I had about the house. I was sorta shocked I wasn't the owner. I felt like I should be living there, like the owners were at least going to rent it to me. And here's something I realized after waking up--every single person in the dream treated me as if I wasn't supposed to be there. They were nice, (the owners were a young family with two little kids) but it was the kind of nice attitude you'd use if a crazy person showed up and started behaving strangely and you didn't know how to handle it or get rid of them. I foggily recall that they asked me about myself, and I explained I had "just moved to L.A. and missed my home." I got some funny nod-and-smile type reactions for that.
The only other details I can think of that feel important are the trees, which looked like large palm trees only with very dark, almost black bark. There were a few of them in the city, couldn't tell you what that means. I remember the family letting me tour the house, which had three bedrooms, none of which seemed like rooms I could live in, and appeared to have been preserved from the '70s. They were discussing info about the price of the house at one point ($171,000, which I recall thinking was super cheap for L.A. or even an L.A. suburb, which, well, it is). Then, the end, which was the most bizarre. I was floating along with the family's children, touching trees that looked more like the weeping willows in my city in the middle of a green, leafy, park-like area, where a guy on a riding lawn mower cruised by occasionally. I thought, how on earth is there a park like this in L.A.? I just kept floating from tree to tree, trying to feel the life energy of each, which didn't exactly happen (I guess I'm not sensitive to trees).
When I woke up, I was struck by one other odd detail--just for an instant, my room felt strange. As if it were mine, but I was looking at it the way a stranger who did not recognize it would view it. I haven't experienced that sensation in a long, long time (it used to happen more during my adolescence, and the best description I can come up with for it is that it resembles what psychologists call 'depersonalization,' a feeling that can include the notion that the entire world is essentially a hologram). I actually still feel that foggy sensation, as I'm typing this, but I should mention that none of the dream or its after-effects are unpleasant. I actually feel calm and tranquil, if confused. There is one other truly bizarre thing about the experience, but I'd like to know if this dream sounds like astral travel to anyone else here before I post it.
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