Dream, Pojection, or Some Thing Else?

[terrance]

I like this experience for several different reasons.

The confused surroundings and your uncertainty as to what sort of OOB experience you had just goes to show how acute 'awareness' just on its own can be.  Sometimes you can have an OBE with little sensory input, yet what little you have (maybe even just an emotion or feeling) can be really potent.

Also, the fact that those very important bits seem to be so easily forgotten.  As if certain knowledge is kept back from the physical self - as with what the Girl said at the end when she placed her hand on your head.

Maybe the positive mood is part of what she 'gifted' you.  Have you considered taking this new knowledge as a tool for getting to 'doorway at edge of universe"?

Naturally I'm wondering what this door is? []

[cainam_nazier]

An interesting recount of some thing that happened a couple of days ago.  I honestly don't know if it was a dream, projection, or some other occurrance.  I had gone to bed before it happened so it could have been a lucid dream. I was also unable to get an idea of my surroundings.  There was only one solid thing in the whole affair, a little girl, between 6 and 8 years old.

  She appeared seemingly out of no where.  She was a very cute little kid.  Straight blonde hair about shoulder legnth, big blue eyes, and she was holding a teddy bear.  She was wearing a dress but I don't know what color, honestly I was too taken by her eyes.  There was something about them.  They had the look of innocense, but there was an un-imaginable depth to them.  They were the kind of eyes that just scream out at you.  I could tell that they have seen a great many things, a great many places.  The eyes are the windows into the soul and her soul was ancient.
  We stood there for a minute or so and just looked at each other.  I then nelt down on one knee in front of her, just waiting.  Then in the softess, clear voice she spoke, "Have you been to doorway at the edge of the univers?"
  I was caught off guard by her question.  But she just stood there and waited for my responce.  "Yes, I have."
  "Did you go through it?", she continued.
  I told here that I have not yet been able to.  I could tell that my answer confused her, and she asked why I had not.  I remember telling her that it was dark and I could not see anything on the other side.
  This seemed to upset her some how.  I felt the need to explain my answer some more.  I remember very quickly trying to sooth her by saying that it was not me that was dark, it was just that I could not see.  Her expression changed to one of understanding and simpathy.  
   She reached up and put her hand on my head and begain to say some thing but I could not hear her any more.  I could see that she was talking and trying to tell me some thing but I do not know what.  And then just as quickly as it begain it ended.  

   Despite the fact I was unable to get any more information from her I awoke in a very positive mood.  I still can not get over how this child made me feel.  It was very relaxing and soothing to be in her presence.  I also can not get over how real she seemed.  I mean this could have been any kid on the street stopping me and asking these questions.  I wish there was more but unfortunatly there is not.  Perhaps I will run across her again.