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I had a dream a week or so ago and when the dream ended, I realized I was 'out'. I was floating over my body horizontally and lowered myself down. I thought it would be a good practice to do it a few times, so I lifted again and lowered again twice. Strange, but it took a while to realize I was astral. It felt like it was my physical body- very vivid. At this point, on the third try I got my head and feet to rise, but couldn't get my butt to lift!  So that was it. Had a hard time waking up since I thought I was awake, but did eventually. No thashing around or vibes, either. Just suddenly realized. Then, I tried to go back to sleep and repeat it. Woke up a few hours later. Frustrating! ~

The majority of my unintentional APs have been back or foreward in time. Stories for those interested...

When I was in second grade, due to my class disruption, my teacher put me, once again, out in the hall desk and all. I've never had an imaginary friend, but this particular day, I invented company or something. Someone talked to me and I still remember it vaguely, but not what was said (32 years ago). In '92 or '93 I remember a dream that I went back to this place and talked to 'little me' and whispered something in 'little me's ear. You'd think I'd remember what, right? Might have been something that changed my future, don't know. Not sure if it was an AP or just a dream, though it stuck in my memory all these years. Odd anyway.

Backward, in an AP about 10 years ago, went to some village someplace in Europe, Poland or ? during or at the end of WWII. One of those vicarious things where I was seeing through someone else's eyes. I was part of a mob who hung a fellow villager from a meathook in the town square for being a nazi informer. I had a real conflict of feelings as the 'me' doesn't care for mobs or acts that horrific, but the person I was seeing it through felt the person well deserved it. I returned and woke up with this conflict. When I got my first PC a few years later, I looked this up and found it did go on.

Had a lot of these experiences, but if I don't narrow it down to these two I'd be tying all night. This last part requires patience, if it's even interesting to anyone. There's always the BACK button.

I was at my first self-destruction apartment after I graduated. My room mate and I with the other 3-30 or so other hangers-on abused ourselves 24/7 were plowed as usual one night and I crashed, out of my skull. I remember having a dream of eating a lot of aspirin. A couple times as a kid I did also. Once I caught hell at 10-12 for drinking the wine my mother used for cooking and I denied it to the hilt. And I was honest for a minute or so....till I remembered the dream. Anyway, after the aspirin dream (who dreams while blacked out anyway???) I had an AP of being a couple towns away in an old trailor with two bad-asses on either side of a table talking to this kid who was just inside. I was kind of hovering above his right shoulder. Couldn't hear their words but picked up by intuition what was going on. The kid was scared as hell and knew they were deciding what to do with him. He'd taken their dope (coke, I think?) and used it all himself, where he was supposed to sell it and give these guys their sale price. So, after making all kinds of lame assurances, he left and I floated out the door behind him. That part of the AP ended there and the next thing I focused on was a name, whcih I knew as Thibeau. It's a common name in my hometown, but there were letters scrunched in to make it Thibideau. I hadn't ever heard that name, but later found out it's common in that town. I focused on this thinking it was important. Then, I sensed everything going black (no way to explain that one) and made myself wake up and paced the apartment till 4-5 AM.Finally, I said to hell with it. If I die, I die. Gotta sleep. I woke up at noon the next day and there was an empty aspirin bottle in the corner on the bathroom floor. Maybe I was hungry and thought I was in the kitchen? Headache? Fast forward two weeks and I was in that town with a friend in another trailor, some friends of his. They were smoking weed and the place was cloudy, so I left to get a pizza (no munchies, didn't hang around long enough- just hungry). While I was waiting for the pizza, I saw on the glass counter partition a 'missing' poster with this kid's picture and the name Thibideau, with the letters scrunched in like I remembered. I thought of calling the cops as instructed on the poster...and say what? So I left it alone, although I did cruise the town a few times looking for the trailor. Never found it. Fast forward another six months and I'm at a party in another nearby town. I'm talking to someone and heard the name Thibideau mentioned. It was the same kid they were talking about. I asked the guys (who knew him) what happenend and they said no one knew, but they suspected he was killed for screwing someone over in a dope deal.

Take it or leave it, folks. ~

If Manuel is still following this, here's a slant that seems to have been overlooked. If the remembrance of the dream was clearly reflected in the post, the priest said "We" are building the 'healing' site, did he mean himself as well as the dirty, ugly couple? If reaching inside for your intuition, did the priest give you an uneasy feeling at all? This is conjecture, but maybe the 'cement' the couple was mixing on the ground was a metaphor for the 'healing' site in it's intent and the dirtiness/ugliness of the couple reflect their characters (their site a joint venture with the priest)? I'm maybe (probably) way off, but maybe a consideration? Nobody else seems to have taken the whole vision(?) in context, just picked up on the website trail. Doesn't seem to have a good vibe. ~