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Has anybody else had this happen?  Just when I transition into sleep from the waking state, I hear a VERY loud doorbell ring.  There is no doorbell in my house.  It's not heard with my ears, but it's LOUD; the end result in the brain is the same as if it was heard with my ears.  It snaps me awake each time.  It's usually a doorbell, although a couple times I heard somebody yell my name (I think?).  It hasn't happened for a couple years but for awhile it was every night.

Wow ... do you realize what a GIFT this all was?  You get what you are, you get what you need.  It's become obvious to me that the experiences people have when they project are so highly individualized that you just can't draw on the accounts of others very much to explain them.  Think of all this in dream terminology - everything was metaphorical.  You fear the exit / entry process, or you fear that you'll lose (or never really gain) the ability to do it.  So that fear is addressed ... in you go, out you come, it's all child's play.  It's all tailored to you.  Develop what needs developing, let go of what needs letting go of.  You don't get thrown into classrooms that you're not ready for.  I would suggest that you stick with this, do what's important to you, and do it in the way you need to do it.  Let it unfold, see where it goes.  My opinion is, what an awesome compliment that you attracted this kind of guide / teacher!!  All the little monsters ... those are issues, your issues, brought to life in the representative form you saw them in.  When you're ready, you need to face them.  YOU - not "him."  The intervention of the wolf was a temporary stop-gap measure.  You will face this again, when it's time.  And again.  And again.  Until there's nothing left there that needs changing.  

The ultimate end seems to be (my opinion) ... not "learn who you are," but rather "unlearn who you aren't."  For example, somewhere down the line you might have attached a certain stigma to the concept of being able to project.  This stigma is only some "foreign growth" that you attached to yourself.  "Gosh, Beave, I don't know if I can do this...."  And reality says "oh please, you have more trouble brushing your teeth than getting out of your body."  That false belief, that stigma, comes to life over time, until, in your perception, it's as much a part of you as your teeth are.  But it's a false belief that needs "unlearning."  It isn't really you.  You made it up.  Imagine if you went through life believing you have 11 fingers.  Say it ain't so!  One day you wake up and realize ... oh, I really only have 10, that's just the way it is.  Voila, reality strikes and the false belief is gone.  It all inolved nothing more than a shift in perception.

It's really starting to appear that the entire astral realm, as we each experience it through our projections, is really just a massively expanded arena for turning dreams into interactive learning sessions.  Or, at the very least, it CAN be that, and this "subset" is most of what we experience, for as long as we need that environment.  If it's true, it gives a lot of validity to dreams in and of themselves, but this brings the entire experience a few hundred levels up the totem pole because it involves a) conscious choice, and b) live interaction.  Much like the difference between watching a movie and playing a video game.

By now, whether or not I "get out" really just depends on my mood.  EVERY night, typically, I need to fight to keep it from happening, but this is clearly because of the energy blockages Robert Bruce talks about.  I feel the vibrations, but it's painful, extremely irritating, and I have to violently shake my head to stop it.  So, last night, I decided to open up and support the "exit," instead of fighting it.  As I was going to sleep, I did the "hands through the body" thing that Astral Dynamics talks about, and I was "out" with no problems at all.  I don't remember the exit.  I became conscious somewhere at some lady's house ... I don't know who the lady was, but I opened the door to her house and walked in.  I stood in front of this lady – she was probably in her late 50's, very well groomed and dressed, she looked like one of those really savvy business ladies but she was still very pleasant.  I told her "I know this isn't real, because if it was, you would never have tolerated me just walking into your house like this."  She replied with a knowing smile, "well, maybe everything isn't what it appears to be here."  I knew I was done interacting with her, so I did some more floating around, flying.  It was daylight, then it was very dark, and (as usual) I picked a star out of the sky and said "I'm going there!"  I started flying toward it, I was flying straight up very fast, but the star wasn't getting any closer.  I realized the distances involved, and I thought to myself, "I'm never going to get there at this rate ... faster, go faster!"  Then, as usual, I woke up.