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Hey Kazbadan, I wouldn't know very well because my OBE experience is fairly limited but it seems to me (in studying both my experiences and others) that is partialy dependant upon the individual. Robert Bruce says in a section of Astral dynamics that he could feel rain passing through him and also that he could taste the acrid dust and wood as he passed through a roof. However Kristina's experience seems to vary somewhat.
  In my own limited experience I can't recall any sense of temperature but it may not have been hot enough or cold enough for me to notice.
  Imagination and mind set are common factors in OBE though so of course there will be variances but a lot fewer in the real time zone than in the astral. This is mostly speculation of course.

Have fun
Renaisance

Welcome to the forum Noblin! I'm new too so you're not alone. Though I'm no expert in the feild of OBE it sounds like you got a good foot in the door. Glad to meet you

good luck and fruitful wanderings
Renaisance

hey, I don't have anything that can help you but your dream reminds me in a strange way of a dream I had a while back:

 I was fighting/fleeing a horde of demon-like rats with fiery eyes. They were absolutely terrifying creatures and their numbers were endless but I knew somehow (in that funny way you just know things in dreams) that if I killed the Queen rat that was emersed somwhere within the horde that the rest would die as well. The battle took place in a house with a deck and I was armed with a strange weapon that shot wooden stakes. I was on the deck and all the rats were inside trying to get out at me. finally at some point they found a way out and began to pour out onto the deck. In desperation I bolted for the window of an empty room and climbing in and slammed the window shut.
   Instantly the rats were upon the window, screeching and banging trying to either pry it open or simply break it through shear force of numbers. That's when I saw her: the queen rat pressed against the window, fat and wicked, learing at me with a dark treachury. I thought to myself that I could take a risk and shoot at her through the closed window and end all of this. If I missed though I would break the window and seal my fate. I decided to gamble (high stakes) and raising my gun took aim and fired....... The wooden stake flew true, straight at the qeen rat.... then bounced off the window.
  The gun only loaded one stake and was far too weak to break the glass. These were thoughts that flew threw my head as I fled into an adjacent room for the rats had managed to pry the window open and were pouring in by the hundreds. I ran for the outdoors; for some reason straight for the door leading to the deck (I guess I really wanted to win this fight). As I stepped out onto the deck the a sudden revelation came to me: this is a dream. As clear as day I realised I was dreaming and can you guess what it is that I always do without fail when I realize I'm dreaming? Having all the powers of god at my disposal the first thing I always do without fail is to fly! So I did. I took off into the sky looking down at all the demon rats scampering about on the deck below and feeling a deffinate rush of both triumph and shear joy for the power to fly.
  It was at this point that victory became the simplest of things. Looking at my right hand which still held the now useless stake gun I concentrated on it and watched with satisfaction as it slowly elongated and morphed into a sleak and deadly sniper rifle. Then I dove; like a wicked nightmare incarnate I brought death down upon the invading swarm.
  The effect was geneocidoly accurate. For as I alighted upon the deck not a creature stirred not even a mouse (sorry had to). Walking across the deck though I saw that one of the rats had was not completely lost to the underworld yet. I picked him up and wondered at the slowly fading glow that eminated from him. Then he spoke. He spoke to me for a moment with ominous tones, saying simply: "I was born from the fires of thine eyes but never learned to feel.
  That was it. That's how the dream ended. It was one of the strangest dreams I've had to date not because of anything that happened save for that dieing statement for it seemed to carry so much weight, so much importance.

Sorry for the legthy tale. I don't know if it has any relevance to your dream or not (probably not) but your dream reminded me of it for some reason.

Thanks for listening
Renaisance

I see what you're saying Chupacabra. However one of the charictaristics of the trance state at least as defined by Robert Bruce is that the mind is awake while the body is asleep. In this experience of mine my body continued its actions on unhindered by my projection, fully active and awake as it had been before.