False awakenings.

[wisp]

Hi holy reality,
I think this experience is worth exploring. I had a time travel experience once with this similiar thing you experienced. Maybe your regressing someway, or maybe getting prepared for time travel. You may be hopping around in different dimensions. Just a few of my thoughts while I was reading your post.

[kozzi]

This experience happened fairly quickly for you right?  It sounds as if it did.  Anyway, the only thing I would suggest is that you make it a habit to really focus on your environment.  Not only should you simply be aware of the fact that you are aware, but stop!!!  Stop and examine things, especially if something's not right.  My advice is to take advantage of this.  Wow!  If this happens regularly you should be able to do a lot with it.  Stop and examine.  Don't just rush past it into another experience.

Kozzi

[holy reality]

i agree with you but when you are in the experience it isn't the easiest thing to stop and analyze, especially since you've been sleeping all night and your brain is "mushy" so to speak.

something like this happened again a day or so ago, though not as disorienting.

here is what I wrote, i briefly did a search/replace to filter some profanity but there may be some in there uncensored, I don't think any of you care but the profanity seems kind of absent on these boards so i thought i'd give a warning



Of importance though was a very strange dream/OBE/sleep paralysis/ I don't know what the hell it was.

I was lightly sleeping and I heard a ringing, as if my phone had a low battery... it gradually shifted me into an angry consciousness and I wondered why I had my phone right there by my head like that. I got up and picked it up while looking at the clock, and it read (to the best of my recollection) 7/29 6(followed by random number gibberish that made sense yet simultaneously didn't)

The first thing to strike me as odd was the date. I thought "I don't remember my clock having the date on it." then I thought "these dates and times don't make much sense" then I thought "I wonder if I'm dreaming." I watched the clock passively and it started rapidly (and seemingly chronologically) shifting through times.

I had to be dreaming, but the question is how? I've had so many false awakenings that I am fairly damn good at noticing them (unless they are part of a dream within a dream) and I really didn't know why I would out of seeming nothingness transition into hearing my phone beeping (given I'm not very familiar with hearing such things) and having it WAKE ME UP... it was very vividly and flawlessly executed. I mean... it was perfect.

let's say Freddy Krueger existed and he wanted to lure me into a trap and kill my butt... this would have been flawless work at its finest. I mean I didn't just see the numbers and go "whoah, it's a dream" I saw them and sat there obvliiously contemplating my state of reality for a while... I mean... man.. the transition, the "waking up" it was just...

So real. I've never ever transitioned from a state of more or less non dreaming sleep (i suppose I could have been dreaming and not rememebered it, or been half dreaming) into a FALSE AWAKENING. I mean damn, this is good stuff.

So anyway also of further interest is I normally wake up frequently from 3 a.m. to whenever it is I get up, 6:30 in todays case. This did not happen, to the best of my recollection I had my 3 a.m. ish awakening then the next time I woke was right before the alarm went off.

So I mean, perfect deception, I expected it to be a typical wake up every 15 minutes scenario, it was so trippy (in retrospect, I didn't think it was too trippy at the time)

Back to what was happening... after realizing the clock was f*cked up and that is a sure sign of dreaming, i still had my doubts. I had to establish that I was indeed dreaming by getting up and flying around my room, and even then it felt odd, kind of surreal.

I remember thinking something akin to "i'm flying, this can't be real so I can go jump off the stairs, it won't hurt me" but I was so reluctant to do so.. I'm floating about my room yet I still am a bit uncertain as to whether this is "real" or not.

I realize that if I can fly I can jump off of something with no problem, so I do it... only I don't come to the nicest of smooth landings, I hit the ground at seemingly full force, it doesn't hurt though.

I go outside and fly around and I see a rainbow in the night/dusky sky.. I'm thinking "sweet, I'll go visit the rainbow" so I fly toward it, insanely slowly like I'm not moving... yet I get there within 15 seconds.

So when I get closer I notice the colors are all wrong, mainly just red and green... and I also notice that it isn't a rainbow, but fireworks streaming through the air (probably due to the video I watched of those kids shooting fireworks at that kid wearing a target)

Well.. I realized I shouldn't be in the midst of about to explode fireworks, and of course they started exploding.. it was pretty despite mild pain and burning sensations, and I scrambled to get a farther away vantage point.

I then told myself "the next rainbow you are going to see is going to be a real rainbow, not fireworks."
So that did the trick, I immediately found another one and flew to it.

When I got near it it would have seemed to me (as of now) that I transitioned into a building of some sort, though I was still very much flying.. the rainbow was kind of painted (though it existed as an actual rainbow) on a wall, and the top half looked semi normal and pretty and the bottom half was horribly horribly distorted and stretched and convulsed (this happens to me when I try to read cards in dream that I have taped to my window in real life)

I didn't think much of it other than wishing it was vivid and real looking, and I flew into this opening inside the middle of the rainbow into an alice in wonderland like cartoon room.

It was fairly small and looked like an animatronic set from disneyland, like say in Toon town when you go in Minnies house.... there is a robot like (though very cartoon and alice in wonderland trippy looking) cat in a chair, and some sort of old time disney-esque cartoon playing on a loop on some sort of tv or maybe it was projected onto the wall. It involved a black car and some sort of character to the best of my recollection.

I wasn't really interested in this place and I looked around it briefly, there was a cartoonish stove or something in the room (REALLY remniscent of going through the Toon Town attractions in disneyland) and I looked at the rainbow entrance which I had come in with the intent of leaving, only to find that the entrance was roughly the size of a small post office box.

I was at first concerned about how to get out but realized size doesn't really mean a damn thing and if I was good enough I could simply will myself through the walls... as soon as that realization sank in the cat said to me something like "you know you cannot go back" or "you are not going to back" or "you will not go back" but it sounded kind of ... well.. epic and omniscient, kind of fearful in a way.

I of course knew he was full of sh*t and I could do whatever the hell I wanted, but as soon as he said it involuntarily woke up.

or, so I thought. This is where it gets trippier.

I seem to recall getting up and noting that it was roughly 6:00, maybe 6:06 to be exact, I did not test the clock by repeatedly looking at it to see if I was awake because I assumed I was.

I tried to go back into dream, and I initiated a semi state of psychological paralysis, much like the state I hit when I try to meditate into astral projection during the day (but never succede)

Now I have to stress the psychological part of this, becasue I have been in that state enough to know that though my hands feel completely paralyzed, they in fact aren't and can be willed to move easily.

I took this as a sign of defeat that I wouldn't be reentering the dreams before I had to get up at 6:30, and I got up to look at the clock again...

But here's the kicker.. it felt as if I had just left my body (i think) because I immediately prompted myself to do a clock test, and it looked just like it did before.

This bewildered me to no end becuase first:
How did I leave my body by entering PSYCHOLOGICAL paralysis, a state that I "knew" was not for real and thereby would not have intiated a projection on me.
Second: I'm not sure that it ever felt like I left my body, I do believe it felt like I just normally got up.... so this brings into question: did I ever even wake up from the cat dream? If so how did I convince myself, whilst looking at the clock, that I was awake?
Third: WHAT THE HELL WAS THE CAT TALKING ABOUT... I sure as hell didn't go back, that was for sure.

I forced myself awake (for real this time) and it was 6:11 or somewhere around there.



Now.. this really f*cked with my perceptions of reality... it made me think that maybe all the times I meditated and thought I wasn't paralyzed, maybe I was.. and maybe if I had done reality tests during those sessions I would have discovered I was really out of body instead of just thinking I had still failed at hitting a trance.

But if this were so, why were clocks always accurate and why was everything so vivid? The clock test seems to only fail maybe 5% of the time, and that is even if you only look at it once. Given I tend to look at the clock at least 3 times throughout a meditation session I would think if at any time I were not in the physical realm the clock would be chornologically wrong to a huge degree (like saying 69:00 or 11:00 when it's only 3:00)

So then I thought well okay maybe that state of paralysis is not real and this morning you just never really woke up from that cat dream.

That makes enough sense, but then I have to wonder, how on earth did I know it was 6:00 while I was still dreaming? I thought at the very latest it was 4-5... maybe my subconscious keeps track of time, but if so, time should always be accurate while dreaming.

And didn't I look at the clock? The odds of it being right seem so small if I never woke up? If I didn't look at the clock how did I know upon FINALLY waking up, that the "false awakening" from the cat dream happened at more or less 6:06? I wasn't alert enough to do math in my head.

[holy reality]

These things really annoy me.

Last night I got somewhat lucid and I decided I'd try to go back to my body for an OBE becuase I haven't had one in so terribly long.

So I go back to my body but as I'm looking at my surrondings something doesn't look right... it should have been extremely obvious that this was not my room or my bed, but I guess I was lacking the cognitive ability to notice. I got up (obe style) and wandered around and I knew this clearly wasn't my house (it looked like my grandmas); I then realized I had not really gone back to my body.

I go back to it again, and again I get up, but I'm in my grandmas house again, doesn't look quite like it, but close enough. I go back to my body yet again, and I'm lying in bed and looking at my surroundings and they make no sense, they were like, cartoon looking... and then the thought occurred to me WHERE EXACTLY IS MY BODY? Do I even have one? How am I going to know whether I'm waking up into my real body or not? How do I know whether these rooms are real? How do I know that anything is real? ...

I felt extremely lost and disoriented and confused. Like my entire defitinion of "reality" had been shattered... I tried once again to enter my body but I had no idea what my "real" room even looked like while I was trying to re enter it... well thankfully when I did actually reenter it, my mind was functioning better and I clearly could remember my room and felt that I was actually in my "real" body this time.

So I managed to leave it but I happened to think "this probably won't last long" while I was getting out, and of course it didn't.

When I stepped out I felt drunk and couldn't really see anything, I was stumbling around, I fell through a chair and I thought this was really odd becuase THERE REALLY IS A CHAIR AND A HUGE PILE OF JUNK HERE IN REAL LIFE... and well I had never been in what I would ever call an "accurate" version of my room before when I OBE, but I was fairly certain that I was really in the physical this time... I stumbled to the door, vision gradually coming in, and felt myself waking up, I tried to hold onto the door and stimulate my astral senses but that didn't work.

Any way. These false awakenings are so annoying... I hardly ever realize I'm not in my room, that I "woke up" into a different place than I went to sleep in, and I don't know if this is simply becuase while I'm dreaming I dream about being in this location so I think I was sleeping in that location, but...

It's just really odd how the sense of "real" and "home" are just so completely dead while dreaming, you can sometimes get a feeling that something isn't right, something isn't real, but usually the only times you wonder "is this a dream?" you actually KNOW it isn't a dream and that you've really woken up, but while you're dreaming things can be so out of place and you think it's real.

I wish I could take note that if I'm not in my room something is wrong, because it seems like every night I'll dream about sleeping somewhere else, and often times I'll be at my grandparents house.

........

Do you all think it means anything that I'm at their house so much, especially when I actually think I've engaged an "OBE" or a WLD?