Before meditation and sleep, I smoked a mixture of five powerful herbs ideal for lucid dreaming; Dreamers Blend sold by I AM SHAMAN. I woke up in the afternoon into a state of well-being. Habitually, I focused on falling back to sleep, awake. Unusual sounds began to present themselves; loud banging, vibrating and people speaking. My eyes opened involuntarily, and the sounds ceased. I relaxed again, and they returned. If I focused my attention on them, they would dispel, so I let them be. They seemed to develop in intensity until they had consumed my full awareness. In the same way, a convulsion emanating from my stomach started to engulf my body; I began to vibrate intensely whilst simultaneously having the excruciating sensation of falling.
Colours began to swirl into my perception. They seemed to be struggling to form an image. As I focused I found myself emerging into a scene. I felt groggy as if I had just woken. I knew immediately I was ‘dreaming’. I found myself sitting cross-legged in the middle of a stairway. My surroundings were grey and dull. Sitting next to me was a man. He felt familiar; some part of me recognized him as a good friend, but I could not recollect who he was, perhaps from a past life, or someone which only a multidimensional part of me knew. We spoke for a while, but I only remember the last part of the conversation.
“We will go up the stairs together,” he said.
A woman who I wasn’t aware was with us, stood in front of me.
“We would expect you to go higher,” she said abruptly.
Before having any time to distinguish her, two spheres, which horizontally connected to one another by a bar, appeared above her head. Each sphere displayed an image. I focused on the top one. The scene began to fade. I had a moment of anxiety. I groomed my intent for an out of body experience for too long to wake up now. For an instant, I held onto the man’s arm in an attempt to stay grounded. I soon found myself back in bed. After interpretation, I thought that the event could have been a metaphor to tell me to go higher in dimensions, or consciousness. I quickly fell into an unconscious dream.
I was standing in an outdoor car park which was about 50ft from where I was sleeping. I found myself gazing into the sky. I had a powerful feeling of awe as I saw one of the most beautiful masses of clouds I had ever seen. As I was observing the intricate details in them, when to the right of my field of vision, I spotted what could have only been described as a UFO. It was black and was shaped as two spheres connected by a tube; after speculation, I was amazed that it was similar to the symbol in the previous dream. The object was still. Then abruptly it flew through to the left of my vision, coming in and out of sight through the clouds. As it soared, the back side of it let out the most breath-taking sight. Floods of enormous clouds trailed from the object, filling most of the sky in seconds; like a super volcano erupting sidewards. The clouds began to pulsate dramatically with huge orbs of colours. I heard the cracking of thunder and there was a shift in atmosphere. An unnerving feeling from the pit of my stomach made me take a step back; I hit the brick wall of the car park’s offices not realising they were there. I scurried into a corner out of insecure impulse. As the UFO descended it crashed into the distance and exploded. I ran into the opposite direction. I got out my phone to call a relative in fear that I would die but before doing so, something in me woke up. I did the ‘hold-nose reality-check’. I could breathe through my nose whilst holding them shut making me conscious that I was in a non-physical dimension.
I was excited and had to compose myself. I looked at my hands in an attempt to attain full waking awareness. As my mind cleared, I witnessed ‘subconscious dream-projections’ disappear before my eyes. After a while, my perception was crisp. I was pure awareness in untainted reality. I felt more awake than I possibly ever could have in physical life. I was on the main road just off the road from my house. The location was an almost perfect replica of the physical version. The only two things that were different were the huge number of people who were out on the street and the unfamiliar friendly atmosphere. The positive energy would suggest that I was in a ‘higher-dimensional counterpart’ of the Earth dimension. The people who inhabited it must have had a consciousness set close to physical Earth consciousness. I considered the possibility that they were the people who lived in my town and were asleep, unconsciously projecting. Although that didn’t seem reasonable as I had slept in until the afternoon thus most people would be up. Besides everybody seemed like they were awake – in the full sense of the word. Perhaps they were people who had recently died, or spirits that are trying to experience a physical Earth-like life as close as possible. I started to think about parallel worlds and how this is exactly what quantum physicists must be on the verge of discovering.
I was standing on the pavement with crowds of lively people walking by me. Masses of conversation poured into my ears. I started to walk, but to my surprise, it became a challenge. I had to strain myself into a meditative walk. It was as if I was learning to walk for the first time. I laughed at the thought of what I must have looked like to everyone… plastered. I saw people trying to contain their amusement. I felt like a baby getting to know a new body. Fortunately, the more I got the hang of it the stronger I felt. At this point, I was blisteringly alive. I walked along the pavement for a while in ecstasy. The atmosphere was so positive. I wanted to weep. I almost got carried away with the feeling and made a conscious effort to contain myself. I remembered my purpose for out of body experiences; to understand the nature of non-physical worlds. I studied a brick wall of a shop I often visit in physical life. It seemed there was no limit to how close I could look. The sight was incredible. The detail was astonishingly deep. There were minute scratches just like there would be in physical life. Every brick had its own unique set of indents. My certainty of realness was unquestionable. I touched the wall; it was powerfully tangible. My feeling of authenticity amplified so great that I worried whether I would ever go back to normal life. I rubbed my fingers into the crevices of the bricks and watched in amazement as bits of dust flew to the ground as if there were gravity – the nature of the world was deceiving. I was thoroughly enjoying such a novel visual experience. The sight threw me into a sort of super awareness which eventually scared me. I thought I was actually in normal life, but the ‘hold-nose reality-check’ reassured me. Still, this was certainly not a ‘dream’. I reminded myself to favour a detached ‘being state’ and not to be distracted by external detail however novel. I decided to move away from the wall. How could the minds that created the wall given such astonishing attention to detail? Or could it have been me, whose power of expectation added the detail as I observed?
I was puzzled. He fell to the ground in an outburst of laughter. I watched in surprise as he effortlessly stood up and sat back down. He looked at me again with a mischievous but charming look. The whole family were in hysterics; their laughter was contagious, and I ended up laughing with them. I liked them.
“Do you know that you’re dead?” I asked.
They had beaming smiles. “Yes” they all replied.
“Sorry I was just curious. I’m alive and I…”
“Yes we know; you’re an out of body traveller” they interjected joyfully.
I laughed in awe. They were not only conscious of their own death but also of the concept of astral projection. They continued walking. The son stayed with me for a while. He told me about their family. Somehow I lost memory of the conversation; however, just like the previous dream, I remember the last part of the conversation.
“Were you all happy to know that you could still spend time together after you died?” I asked.
“Yes,” he replied uninterested as he spotted his family gaining distance.
I noticed then that I was losing feeling in the left side of my face. I felt the numbness of it with my hand. I tried to speak but to my amazement, I could only utter gibberish. I must have become too immersed in the conversation. I was losing consciousness. Objects distorted; things started to appear from my own imagination. I was falling into a dream. I closed my eyes in a battle of focus, but when I opened them, I was lying in my bed as if there were no break in consciousness. I bathed in awe at the events that had taken place. Afterwards, a rationally baffled voice bothered me. There seemed to be deliberate limits set in into that dimension, such as the man in the wheel chair and the dust falling to the ground. Anyone lucidly visiting that world would have any preconceived notions about dreams shattered. A concerning thought came to me that anybody could easily live a lifetime there thinking that it was a genuine physical life, fooled by the nature of what seemed to be deliberate programming.
‘If you were to live the life you dreamed of living, it would be the life you are living today.’ – Alan Watts