It's a little long so I'll try to shorten it a bit.
A few years ago, by "best" childhood friend asked me if I had ever had any really "vivid" dreams about floating/flying around the city to wich
I responded "yes" and began to tell him about one.
I was about 13 or 14 and had just had a fight with my mother (as teens do lol). I was sent to my room where I flopped on my bed in rage, burried my
face into my pillow, and all I could think about was getting out of my house and going to my friend's house. The next thing I remember was floating
towards my bedroom window surrounded by a silvery grey haze. On my way "through" the window I "hit" (more like passed through) a golden haze .
This collision was very disorienting and I spun out of control untill I regained my bearings about 30 feet in the air above my front yard. Having my
bearings back, and realizing for the first time that I was "flying", I set off for my friend's house.
I "flew" between 100 and 150 feet above the rooftops and his house was about 5 miles away but I could see it "glowing" in the distance the
whole way even though realistically from that vantage point it would have been blocked from view by taller houses, a hospital, and trees.
As I approached the house the thought occured that the door was locked (lol) so I curved around to the side of the house to "knock" on his
bedroom window. When I got there, I instinctively flew through the closed window and pivoted around the foot of his bed.
This is where is where my friend said "stop" to my story. Then he asked "What were you looking at?" To which I responded "WHAT!?!"
Again he said "You pivoted around the foot of my bed and turned your head back to my wall shelves like you were looking for something, then looked
back at me. What were you looking at?"
This really freaked me out for two reasons. First, I was telling him about "my dream", how would he know? And second, I completely forgot that
part of the "dream" untill he mentioned it. What happened was that I heard a noise and turned my head to investigate. I could see "through" his
shelves, the wall behind, and a bit of the bathroom/hallway wall behind that (as if a hole had opened through all three) to see his mother getting up
to go to the kitchen. From his vantage point it just looked like I was looking at the shelves themselves.
Then he said "after that you just started floating, kinda feet first, up through the ceiling trying to "swim" back but failing". Which was
EXACTLY what I remembered!
The next thing I remember was flying back through my bedroom window and pausing near my bed with the feeling that something had been there in that
exact spot next to my bed where I hovered. Then I awoke.
All those years I just assumed it was nothing more than a really vivid dream but now have come to the opinion that it was a lower astral projection
aka an O.B.E.. My friend actually saw my astral self there in his room and was able to tell me about my "dream" before I could even finish my story.
Turns out, he's had quite a few himself but he is usually surrounded by a yellow/golden haze.
As a sidenote if anyone has any experience with this or aura perception please let me know. I've been curious about silver vs golden hazes/auras
and would like to find a reputable reference.
Hope ya enjoyed my experience, and I've always enjoyed posing the main question of this thread to friends, to get their perception/definition of
[edit on 18/9/05 by redmage]