Last night, I believed I had left my body and was standing beside my naked body, lying flat on its stomach. I distinctly remember my naked butt, just after having detached my bluish-feeling "inner self" from the body. It felt like I was ungluing myself from something I'd had stuck to me for a long, long time. Relieving, it felt, and I looked at my body, the tiniest bit disbelieving, but almost as if that's how I had expected it to happen. Then I wondered what I could do, so I kind of moved around the room. I'm not certain the room was the one here on 201 S. Craig, it looked a little like what I imagine royal rooms in a castle to be like. It wasn't opulent or anything, but I had the impression that the rooms outside were larger, and that there was a fireplace somewhere outside.
I'd like to describe the feeling of leaving my body a little more in detail. It was... like, ethereal. I pushed myself up as I would if I were lying face down, pushing myself from the ground. The feeling o fmy arms was two-fold, as my dad described - the other, the body arms, were also there, and I could decide to control them. But I chose to control my inner arms for sure, so I felt an airy, fluid sensastion when pushing myself up. I saw my arms lifting through something that looked like, well, arms, but they somehow seemed akin to logs, unmoving and foreign. The feeling was of unsticking myself from something. A sesnation I knew I hadn't felt in a very long time, of detachment, of fluid unsticking, like when you're unsticking a piece of plywood from a piece of furniture, with tiny snaps along the way, but fluider. Like blue fluid wood? The feeling extended down my body as the other parts pushed themselves off the body too.
So, once I was "standing", everrything seemed in place and alright, so I went to the door to open it and explore the rest of the world. But when I opened it, a girl, or a girls' "inner self", was on the other side. She looked... I don't know how she looked, but I had the impression she was not that beautiful. I remember freckles and perhaps wide curly hair. I don't know why, I don't even remember if it was her doing, but meeting her brought me back to my body. And then I felt like "man!", disappointed.
But in the rest of the dream, I managed to de-body myself again, and I joined a band of people who also did so on a regular basis. So when we met up, we did ethereally, and we hung out anywhere - once at some event with some kind of auditorium, but of course we weren't part of all the people, so we moved through corners and side entrances. One of them reminded me of Rashid Auditorium's side passage to the left after entering it. Other times, we hung out in alleyways, and they taught me tips and tricks about being disembodied, ways to float, to get to other places easier - at times I felt like I was receiving a parkour lesson.
The hanging out between people who couldn't see me reminded me of sitting at Southside last night, people passing me by, and taking but marginal notice of me. I enjoyed that quite a bit. The alleyways and the climbing, the kinda-parkour lessons reminded me of having climbed up the metal bridge column when walking back home from Southside last night.
I'd like to describe the feeling of leaving my body a little more in detail. It was... like, ethereal. I pushed myself up as I would if I were lying face down, pushing myself from the ground. The feeling o fmy arms was two-fold, as my dad described - the other, the body arms, were also there, and I could decide to control them. But I chose to control my inner arms for sure, so I felt an airy, fluid sensastion when pushing myself up. I saw my arms lifting through something that looked like, well, arms, but they somehow seemed akin to logs, unmoving and foreign. The feeling was of unsticking myself from something. A sesnation I knew I hadn't felt in a very long time, of detachment, of fluid unsticking, like when you're unsticking a piece of plywood from a piece of furniture, with tiny snaps along the way, but fluider. Like blue fluid wood? The feeling extended down my body as the other parts pushed themselves off the body too.
So, once I was "standing", everrything seemed in place and alright, so I went to the door to open it and explore the rest of the world. But when I opened it, a girl, or a girls' "inner self", was on the other side. She looked... I don't know how she looked, but I had the impression she was not that beautiful. I remember freckles and perhaps wide curly hair. I don't know why, I don't even remember if it was her doing, but meeting her brought me back to my body. And then I felt like "man!", disappointed.
But in the rest of the dream, I managed to de-body myself again, and I joined a band of people who also did so on a regular basis. So when we met up, we did ethereally, and we hung out anywhere - once at some event with some kind of auditorium, but of course we weren't part of all the people, so we moved through corners and side entrances. One of them reminded me of Rashid Auditorium's side passage to the left after entering it. Other times, we hung out in alleyways, and they taught me tips and tricks about being disembodied, ways to float, to get to other places easier - at times I felt like I was receiving a parkour lesson.
The hanging out between people who couldn't see me reminded me of sitting at Southside last night, people passing me by, and taking but marginal notice of me. I enjoyed that quite a bit. The alleyways and the climbing, the kinda-parkour lessons reminded me of having climbed up the metal bridge column when walking back home from Southside last night.
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