Visiting Marge from a False Awakening

[Summerlander]

21/06/2011:

This experienced started off in a dream about me visiting my mother in East London and staying the night. She prepared the little bedroom for me which overlooks Canary Wharf. I falsely awoke in that room, unaware that I was dreaming, of course, and decided not to move in order to induce an OOBE from the hypnopompic state. One might say that I dreamed up the vibrations that ensued and the separation, which, by the way, were no different to that experienced at the start of a wake-induced Phase entry.

Once I was out, I knew I was in the Phase - as I noticed that the vivid room interior wavered briefly - and yet, I still believed that I had really gone to my mother’s for a sleepover. I glided through the window to the outside to find a substantial city under a captivating sky. The more I explored the city, as I flew over it, the less it looked like Canary Wharf. It didn’t take long for me to realise that I was really asleep at my house and that I had become lucid in a dream by deciding to enter the Phase. This discovery seemed to have reinforced sustenance of the Phase state.

Soon, I set out to visit Stacey’s deceased grandmother Marge by propelling myself in a particular direction with the thought of her firmly in mind. I felt a curious force taking me somewhere, guiding me through the city as it verged on dusk, and making me perform unconventional manoeuvres such as shifting sideways at which point I beheld different roads in a row like a slide-show. Eventually, I came across a fenced in Tottenham Court Road station next to a sign with the name “Copple” - as far as I could retain - which doesn’t even exist in London.

I looked for Marge in the area and encountered a rather little phantasm of her accompanied by a tall woman who was holding her hand. She looked younger and her hair was different to what it was like when she was alive as I remember it. We engaged in conversation and I discovered that she did not recognise me. She remembered me when I told her who I was and asked me if I was still marrying her granddaughter. I confirmed that I was and asked her if she also had someone. She turned to the woman next to her and smiled before telling me that she was with “Josh”. She never met any Josh that we know of while she was alive.

As much as I wanted to get a piece of information from her that would later validate the authenticity of the encounter, I allowed myself to get distracted by what was going on around us before phasing out of the experience. There were bystanders looking in our direction, and, a giant wearing a black tuxedo stood out from a crowd silhouetted against a setting sun. I woke up at 8am and made a few notes.