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So when I do what I think will bring  me an AP or OBE or something, I get this strange vibration or tingly feeling all over my body, and I have control of how intense it is or when it tarts and stops.  But sometimes it seems that if I do it too intensly or too long, I feel very weird afterward.  I did this last night, and after I made the sensations go away, everything seemed dark, (figuratively speaking) like I was surrounded by evil, and as if I wasn't there with myself, something else was, and I was tying to get the real me to come back before the thing inside me took over.  It was a struggle, but "she" came back, as I refered to myself.

I normally wouldn't be alarmed except for the darkness and feelings of being inhabited by something... or maybe it was the feeling of nothing.

What keeps happening?

I am pretty unfamiliar with astral projection and OBEs and don't believe I have ever had one, but recently I posted a dream I had on another forum and someone said that it was an astral projection, that I had met someone in the astral world who would probably become a good friend in the physical world... I later did make a good friend.  Here is the dream, what do you think?

I was settling down in my bed in my apartment on the top floor to go to sleep. The moon was shining so beautifully through my window, blue and silver light. Just as I begn to close my weary eyes, I saw a man at my window. (he was flying because I was on the top floor) He had short, black hair and skin as pale and silvery as the moon that shimmered with health and youth. His eyes were large, round, deep and so expressive. All he wore was a light linen about his waist and a pair of light ankle-high boots...mocasins? He just floated there in the air and then pointed upards with his finger, and I took this to mean, "Meet me on the roof," and I did with out hesitation. When I got up there, I found him sitting cross-legged, floating in the air and when he heard me comming, it startled him, but when he saw me he brought his feet to the ground, we embraced, and became entranced by eachother. Then, with excitement in his eyes, he took my hand we flew, all the way up to the moon, which was a perfect cresent.  Actually, we just appeared there.  I knew this was his home.  We sat on the moon's edge and he played me songs on his pipes. Some were happy, some were sad, and some were of love. Then we made love (I think), and then I awoke in his arms only to find his body cold and limp and he was dead, (or at least I thought so)