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Before I've had this dream, I've been very concerned, slightly obsessed, about ways of contacting and communicating with my guide/higher self/oversoul, whatever the technical term is.

 I've had frequent dreams of varying lucidity where the guy comes by and hang out, but not all of MY attempts to find him on my own initiative have been successful.  So I've been feeling insecure and worried regarding this matter, sort of a "How will I find him when I need to?" thing.

 Then I had this dream.  In this dream I was somewhat lucid, I knew I wasn't in the physical world and immediately thought, "aha, another chance for me to try and find Kay!" (Kay being his name).

 So I walked around in the dreamscape, through the busy streets and buildings and whatnot, feeling more and more panicky as I go, thinking that I would never find him.

 Then as I wandered through this school-like building, I moved in front of a window or some kinda reflective surface by chance.  A random urge to inspect myself came up in my mind, and I went from viewing and navigating the dream from a first person's view point to a third person's view.  Much to my surprise, I realized that I WAS him!  He's been with me all along, because he IS me!

 I felt very silly, all the nice lucid dreams and projections I've spent looking for him, when there were never any need for me to have done so!

 So having realized this, I went on to spend the rest of this particular dream flying, and man, did it feel good.

 Funny, eh?

Here's the dream from this morning.

 I remember in my dream, I was flying around in different points within a city, checking up on different members of a family.  I distinctly remembered the father, a middle aged, portly black man with a heavy mustache, a young teenage daughter, and possibly some other members.

 Somehow in the dream, I was not able to interact with the people and object in that world at all, I was a sort of outsider.  I flew around on my wings, following the member of the family that seemed to require the most help at the time, just quietly guarding them.  How the heck I could've helped them I've no idea, since I was not able to interact with anything in that world at all, no one was even able to see me.  All I did was just following them around and silently sharing the moments of their lives.  I remember in one part when I easily walked through a solid glass window as if I was in an AP.

 Strangest thing about the dream was that I genuinely cared for this family that I was guarding, I had a strong, loving sense of care toward them.  One part, where the father was very distressed over something that has happened to the daughter, I placed my hand over his back to comfort him, and surprisingly he seemed to have felt it.  He appeared very puzzled, but also relieved and grateful, as if something miraculous happened and calmed down his fears.

 This dream is very strange to me, since I rarely feel strong emotions in my dreams, and this is the first time I've felt this sort of strong sense of care in one.  More unusual is that I am not exactly all that philanthropic in real life, not really the kinda guy that would volunteer to feed the homeless or anything like that.

 It just felt so... good and satisfying, to quietly guard and protect and devote my existence to the well being of that family.

 I ain't that nice in real life, I swear.  

In my projections where I go straight to some non-physical place, I can always move freely and have a good level of lucidity.  However whenever I project into the Real Time Zone, I always am severely paralyzed (Can only move part of body, or move real slowly and sluggishly), and my vision is rarely good, either.  

 Anyway, I'd appreciate some advice on how to handle projections to the RTZ, and how to make them a bit more productive.

I remembered everything from this morning's weird projection, so this'll be a long read.

 I woke up this morning at around maybe 7, then went back to sleep.  I had lots of projection symptons, mainly feelings of my body changing shape, being stretched and whatnot.  Just when I was thinking "projection will be a doozy today", I was shocked to realize a dog was lying on my chest, panting.  For a second, I wanted to move, brush it off, was afraid a bit and even thinking of sending "light & love" to it to repel it.  But fortunately I decided to completely ignore it and go on as is.

 So I continued having the symptons of projection, then noticed that the dog has jumped off my chest and ran outta the room.  Noticing this, I jumped off my bed to chase after him in this dark building with many twisty passage ways, only realizing "hey, I projected" after going out the door.  I continued to chase after the dog, and have caught glimpses of it from time to time.  It just a bit bigger than an adult beagle, had a long, lizardy tail, almost crocodilian face and long, shaggy dark blue fur.  I even tossed a few balls of fire at him, only having them miss.  After maybe 10 seconds of chasing the dog, I realized "I'm having a perfectly good projection where I'm very, very lucid, and I'm wasting it on this dog!?"

 So I decided to do something more productive, and I thought it'd be cool to look for my higher self/Oversoul.  I yelled "take me to my oversoul!", but I did not just say the words, I also put my will and intention behind it in a specific, precise way, the same way you use your will when you are navigating your flight in a lucid dream/projection.  So after willing myself to be taken to my Oversoul, I was transported in a beautiful park/forest area, next to a stream.

 I noticed almost immediately that sitting on the ground on the other side of the stream was a boy with dark hair, who looked about ten.  What was surprising is that I have seen him many times in my dreams (in fact, an experienced projector and member of this board have suggested that he is my higher self, when I posted about my previous encounters with this boy).

 Anyway, I flew across the river and sat down next to him to talk.  I asked right off the bat, "Are you my Oversoul?".  He looked confused, and said no.  I then asked, "just what are you?", to which he replied, "A part of you."  He went on to explain elaborately that he's part of me, but I'm also part of him and we're sorta the same person.  He also said that I was "advancing unusually quickly", and that he's surprised about it.  We also decided what name I should use to call him, since I still didn't know what to call him.  He made it known that I can just call him "Kay".

 From this point on we went on to walk around in the world that we are in, sort of touring the place.  It is a unique world onto its own, with its own rules.  At one point I waved my hand expansively at this world, and declared to him, "This ain't real, you know.  I'm currently sleeping on my bed in the REAL world."  He asked, "What makes this world any less real than the one you live in?", to which I replied, "They don't even eat food here, and the whole city's built on top of a giant rock floating in the sky!".  After hearing my reply, he sorta looked at me funny and said, "oh."  (haha, in retrospect, I think I made an butt of myself here   )

 Anyway we sorta hung around in this world a bit more, then I knew my projection was about to end.  I was going to return to the physical world and wake up by jumping through a gate of some sort, and Kay was there to see me off.  Just before I jumped through the gate, though, I heard him yell "Hey, I AM your Oversoul!" in a sorta, "eureka!" kinda way.  From the way he said it, it sounded as if he did not understand my initial question of "Are you my oversoul?", or more specifically, he did not understand the meaning of the word "Oversoul".

 Anyway, it was a very clear, lucid and damned cool projection.  I didn't bother to talk too much about the world that we were both in, since it ain't too important.  All I know is that Kay does not live there, but was only passing through, looking for something.

 So, is... Kay my higher self thingie?  He admits to it at the end of my projection, and the way he described how we're sort of parts of each other and the same person at the end of the day does sound pretty much like how the higher self/Oversoul thing is supposed to work.  I've verified that he's trustworthy and definitely on my side in my previous encounters with him, if it makes any difference.

Here's a dream I had this morning.  Might get long, so bear with me.

 At the start of the dream, I realized it was a dream, and in fact, a nightmare I've had several times before.  Funny thing is, this is the first instance of a dream taking place in this setting/world that I can remember, but in my dream (with my dream memories/knowledge), I recognized this place and know it to be unpleasant.

 I was on an island, I knew there was something nasty, an evil spirit of sorts, that comes out after dark to prey on anything on the island or the waters near it, but I also knew that I've never managed to make it off the island and hence had many nightmares (that I don't remember...) as a result.

 So I was on the island again, and the sun was setting.

 I begin to walk, try to get off the island, but I realized I'll never make it off at that pace.  So I took off and started flying with wings flapping on my back (perfectly normal, always had 'em in my dreams).  I was quite lucid, so I had very good control of my flight.

 As the sun was setting I realized I'll never make it off in time, even at the speed I was flying.  Then an idea dawned on me; the evil thing on the isle does not like light, so if there's no sun light left, why not make my own?  As I have this thought I started making my own light, and I noticed two balls of light attached to my body, one on the horn I had on top of my head and one on the tip of my long, lizardy tail (huh!?  never had those before).

 Anyway so even though the sun had set, I managed to get off the island safely, thanks to the balls of light I had attached to me.  I crossed over the body of water around the isle and arrived at a much larger land mass, I intuitively knew it was the "mainland".

 I knew I had reached safety, but I was still slightly paranoid of the evil spirit from the isle tracking me down, so I did something to change my own "smell".  I remember thinking clearly in my dream, "I'm a mixture of water and air, but now I'll add in a bit of fire so that I'll be different from before, this way "it" can only track me down up to the point where this change occured, because it only knows my old "smell"."

 After doing that I knew I was completely safe, and went on to fly around to explore the mainland, instead of choosing to try to have an OBE or other stuff I usually do in my lucid dreams.

 What's interesting was that during the whole thing I was quite lucid, I knew I was not in the physical world the entire time, but I chose to participate in the dream and follow it's rules.  I also had very, very good control of my flight, I remembered distinctively to use not only my wings, but also my will to navigate my flight.

 What was also interesting was most of the things I knew in that dream are part of my dream memory/knowledge, like the whole deal with the nature of the island, the evil spirit, what I "smell" like and how to change the "smell".

 I've no idea why the heck I had a horn or a tail in my dream.  Also remembered a part where I saw my feet, and saw that they were kinda claw-like.

 All in all, it was a cool dream, and when I woke up from it, I felt as if I really did accomplish something and that I'll never have another bad dream about that island and the creature living on it.

This might get long, so bear with me.

 Sometimes in my dream, I'd have a different set of "dream memories", like I would be in a place where I've never been in real life, but I'd know that place in my dream, I would recognize it and even remember being there on a previous occasion.

 This kid (little boy, looks about 10, dark hair) is like that; I know of no such person in real life (not now, not from the past), nor anyone who is remotely similar to him, yet in my dreams I recognize him and considers him a dear friend.

 The dreams with him in it started fairly recently, only about a month ago.  But in the roughly 1 month period I've had at least 3 dreams with him in it.

 Strange thing is, a lot of times the things in my dreams would shift, change shape, generally not be constant/stable, as things in dreams do.  But this kid stays constant.  He stays looking the same, "feels" the same (better way of saying this would be that he gives out the same vibes) and retains the same intentions (such as guiding me in a building I've never been to before, being my partner in a group contest, and being a companion travelling to the same place) even when the other things in my dreams start changing and shifting.

 What really puzzles me is this feeling of camaraderie that I feel when I'm with him.  He does not feel superior or inferior to me, but feels like a really good, old friend, and that we do things in the same style and knows what each other would be thinking before even telling it.

 After the first dream with him, I told myself to ask him for his name if he shows up again, even though he had already made it known to me in the first dream (which I forgot/am not sure of).  So when I became a bit lucid in the 2nd dream where I encountered him, I asked him what his name was.  He acted hurt, and somewhat frustrated; he had a "how can you not know!?" attitude, but still pointed to a sticker with his name written on it.  Too bad I was close to waking up and losing focus of the dream, and was not able to read it properly.

 The third encounter was really weird.  At first we were just travelling together, having a good time, but at the end I realized I was going to wake up soon, as things started shifting and getting blurry.  I waited in front of a big mirror, for him to catch up to me (for we got separated briefly).  I hear him approaching from behind, but I see in the mirror a big, hideous humanoid shadow.  

 Since I knew I was losing my focus on my dream, I realized my vision at this point was not reliable.  But still the shadow in the mirror made me question what the kid really was and also, his intentions.  Intuitively I somehow knew that my sense of touch/feeling was still trustworthy, so I requested for him to hold onto my hand.  When he grabbed my hand, I felt that it was a human hand, and that it was incredibly warm.  Not just warm in a physical sense, but also an emotional sense as well.  I never felt such a warmth in my dreams before (heck,  never in real life as well), and felt sad that I would awaken in any second and not be able to hold on to him anymore.  Of course, then I woke up, still remembering the warmth and sadness.

 Anyway, what the heck's this kid about?  Is he some subconscious part of me, or something else?  I didn't bother to go in the details on the dreams where he was featured, but listed only the parts that really puzzled me.  Any insights on this would be appreciated, since he's got me confused, especially after what happened at the end of that 3rd dream.

I have a colony of pet cockroaches (blaberus giganteus, to be exact).  The little guys will be about 3 inches long when they fully mature.  

 So I'm just curious, do any of you guys here have unusual pets (just about anything other than a dog or cat, I suppose), or any thoughts on them?

A while ago I woke up in the morning, went back to sleep and was starting to feel vibrations & the beginning of a projection when a patch of shadow on the floor coalesced, flew up in the air, became a business suit and settled itself on my chest.

 It was not a whole suit, there were no pants, no shoes, no shirt, just the outer suit jacket.  It was dark in color.  Anyway I felt paralyzed and unable to move as it settled on my chest.  When it was just a patch of shadow on the floor and gaining it's form, I had my eyes closed and my mind was kinda fuzzy from just waking up, I only watched (somehow, though eyes were closed) it with interest.  I grew alarmed when it got on me, opened my eyes, and saw where the position of a person's head would be if they're wearing a suit, a patch of wavy, semi-transparent smoke that felt malicious.  I was not afraid of it at all, and though I somehow felt that it was trying its darndest to be "heavy", but it was not.  I easily gained control of my body, pushed it off and was able to go back to sleep.

 It came back several times, but each time it was weaker and felt distinctively "lighter" on my chest, and I was able to push it off and continue my sleep.  The last time it came back it felt as if it almost did not exist, it was so light and hard to sense.  I just went on sleeping without even bothering to deal with it.  Interestingly later that morning I did have a projection, though it was of short duration/poor quality, and not worth talking about.

 Anyway this happened maybe a week or two ago, I thought it'd make an interesting read for this forum.

Lmao, I think that was an Astral Projection, but I don't know if you killed that guy. An NDE is a Neer-Death-Expierence. I think he was talking about that. Well you must have been in a more subtle body because you just had a thought of harming him and boom! You see a beam of light go through his chest. You also had exit symptoms.

Just ask for forgiveness if your christan.

Anyone else know if he actually "killed" that guy?
He was an butt to you after all.[:O]