My first experience

[Lostlight2013]

I first fell in love with the idea of Astral Projection in early 2000's, back in the day of modem internet and when information about the subject was much more limited than today. But i still remember my first experience that stemmed from a dream, i'm going to share it with you guys just because...well sharing is caring isnt it? ; )

I came to when i realized my head was stuck in one of those old plastic playhouses that go in your back yard...to be more specific...i was stuck in one of my friends. My head got stuck as i tried to crawl through and when it did there was a spike of fear, this made me stop and think for a second . "Wait? What am i doing here? How did my head get stuck in this playhouse and wasnt i just slee.....!!! I'm dreaming!" Those arent the exact words but that was the thought process that i can best describe in the written word.

With that thought my head "popped" out of the playhouse and i found i had complete control over myself, i was 100% conscious however i was still in the dream. There was a very short loss of that consciousness which then i came to right infront of my house at the front door. (My friends house was in the same neighborhood and the loss of time or memory felt like literally only a second). I looked at my door and thought "Well, i guess there's only 1 way to find out if i have control" I took my hand and placed it on the door and then pushed through the door, it was a crazy feeling, i could feel all of the wood INSIDE of the door as well as outside. With that, i walked through the door and into my house.

My mom was sitting on the computer playing Solitare on the computer, she didnt seem to notice me. I figured well, lets go through the ceiling...why not?! And i jumped up and flew through the ceiling and into my attic. Once i got up there, i ran into an entity. She was an elderly woman, i'd say about late 50's or 60's. She had shoulder length gray hair that you could tell at one time had been brown (Or atleast that was the image she portrayed) I wasnt the least bit scared, matter of fact, she came off as more of a parental figure, or atleast that's how i perceived her.

At this stage in my life, i was much like other rebellious teens. Dropped out of school, smoking pot and experimenting with other drugs and the sorts, just got mixed into the wrong crowd. I was excited to talk to her "I'm going to join the Army!" i blurted out, as i was waiting to ship off to basic training. Almost instantly she retorted "Not like that you're not!" She was scolding me because i smoked some pot and failed the urinalysis and was waiting for my 45 day probational period to be raised so i could try to enlist again ( The 2nd time was a success i'll add lol. )

I got the urge after that scolding from that motherly parental entity to return to my body, i floated off to the spot in my attic when i knew my bed was underneath, i laid down and as i started slipping back into my body she started talking about something i have absolutely no recollection of. I woke up and nearly jumped out of bed with excitement...my first experience!

[Szaxx]

It sound like a good one for a first. Did you smell the inside of the door as you passed through it?
You should try it and tasting things too. Goldfish bowls taste like they smell yuk.
Did you verify if your mum was actually there?
The lady giving you grief for smoking that pot is in my good books.
You sign up and don't need pot anymore.