When it comes to spirituality, I've walked and studied a lot of paths, going from religion to new age theory. I've tried out almost everything I
ever came across, sometimes with success and sometimes with failure. I know the basics of most theories even when I consider them stupid and lately,
there is much more fiction than facts for me left in these areas.
But what I experienced yesterday, I never heard of before, never read of before and basically never even considered the possibility because, well... I
can't explain it, you tell me what happened.
I was in bed already and couldn't sleep, so I started to fantasize about decorating my house, adding new furniture, etc. When I fantasize I see
everything in detail and I can walk around in the fantasy (I think everyone can do that). It was a normal fantasy while being awake with closed eyes,
nothing unusual there.
Then suddenly, while I was focussing on the sofa's, replacing them with much more expensive ones (hey, it's my private fantasy, I can do anything in
there that I want), suddenly my father pops up in there. I knew I was still fantasizing everything in my surroundings, except for the image of my
father. I was so surprised that I yelled at him, something like "get out of here, this is my private space..." then "how did you get here,what are
you doing here?"...
He talked to me saying "don't ever think I'm not proud of you! I've always been proud of you... your doing so well for yourself and you should be
proud of that to!"
I carefully touched his arm and I could really feel it, when I started crying he huged me, it felt so damn real and at that point I could even smell
Then it all faded, he together with the fantasy world.
I know for sure that I never fell asleep, I was wide awake with my mind inside a fantasy... not a mediation, not a vision quest, not anything like
that, just a plain stupid fantasy about luxurious furniture, with no other intention than to dream about home decoration.
This is what happened a few hours before:
(My father died a year ago.)
That evening (having a huge dip), while I was peeling potatoes, I was thinking about my childhood, the trauma's,...
I thought about my father and my thoughts and emotions escalated. At a certain point I was crying and yelled out loud (to my father): "you could
never feel proud of me no matter what I did with my life" . It wasn't the intention that he should hear me, I just yelled it out loud because it
makes me feel better to let it out.
So what I like to know is, how is this possible? A fantasy world is not like another realm or dimension, it's a made up scene inside our brain.
Has anyone ever heard of this before or even experienced it?
I need answers.
and as a disclamer I'll add that I'm still perfactly sane, not shizo and not having extreme mental problems or stress... I'm not on medication or
any drugs at all. So you can skip all the comments about those