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Selski

Thought I'd share this.  I seemed to naturally find a way to leave my dream which might help others.  

I was staying at my parent's home the night I had this experience.  

Just to clarify, my parents were safely tucked up in their own bedroom.  The conversations I heard were part of my dream.  And the two doors on the wall - the "real" one and the "astral" one - neither are there in physical reality, although at the time I thought the "real" one was.  Other than that mix up, my mind remained clear and sensible.

If only I'd had the presence of mind to talk to one of the Victorians.  I was too overwhelmed with the sheer reality of it all.

Enjoy!

Sarah

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I was in bed (where my physical body was sleeping).  I could hear Mum and Dad talking quietly in the background.  I knew that Dad was in the room, whereas Mum was in the snug.  I looked over to the wall and saw a door at one side, which I knew was there in physical reality, and then a doorframe in the middle of the wall which I knew wasn't there in physical reality.  

The picture beyond the doorframe was shimmery and hazy.  I became aware at this point and knew that if I could just get myself through the doorframe, I'd leave the dream (F2) and hopefully find myself in Focus 3.  

I sincerely hoped I could get myself out of bed.  I could hear Mum saying to my Dad, "Do you think she'd like to come to such and such a place today with us?" while I was walking towards the doorframe.

As I went through the frame, I could hear Dad chuckling and replying to Mum, "I don't think so love, I don't think we'll be seeing her again today."  He knew what was happening and where I was going.  As I walked into F3 I turned and closed the doors behind me, symbolically closing the dream behind me.

Now I was very lucid.  I found myself in a large barn kind of building.  There was a white horse trotting around by itself, making its way towards me.  Mentally I said hello and as I did so, the horse's tail would swish in greeting.  I assumed that the horse was for me to get on and we'd go off somewhere together, so I stood waiting for it to come to me.  But then I noticed that it was tethered to a rope and was slowly trotting round in a circle.  It wasn't unhappy about this, nor was the rope tight.  As it went past me, mentally I said hello again and the detail I could see was incredible.

I went past the horse to leave the barn and came upon two exits, one straight ahead which was covered with green soft pieces of rubber hanging down from the top doorframe.  To the left was another exit, a door.  As I looked at both exits, I noticed something go through the green rubber one.  I only managed a glimpse at the back of it, but I got the impression of it being a cart of some nature – the colour was black.  

I wasn't sure which exit to take.  I wanted to take them both, to see what was on the other side, but because I'd spotted something going through the rubber exit, I chose that one.

When I went through, I walked into a Victorian street in what I presume was England.  The cart was a coal cart and two young boys where around it, dressed in Victorian dress.  Very smart (they had only just started work), breeches, braces, big caps, all greys and blacks.

I turned to walk down the street, absolutely amazed at what I was seeing.  It was utterly real and gobsmackingly ordinary.  Here I was, walking down a real live Victorian street, not some re-enactment.  Two older women were walking towards me.  They wore the long skirts, the boots, still very dull colours, and their faces were weathered and the one I looked at closely had a sad and tired face.  She seemed to have the weight of the world on her shoulders.  Neither of them seemed to be able to see me.

I then began to fade and fizzle (because I was getting a bit excited at this point) and I knew I was going to lose it all.

I awoke, strongly tingling.
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Telos

Interesting! Doors are very powerful for sure. The fact that you closed the door behind you is especially significant, I think, giving you a more solid and volitional sense of spatial focus and direction. I've never tried it before, so that definitely intrigues me.

After my British Literature course this summer, I started taking more interest in the show "What the Victorians Did For Us" and the old Sherlock Holmes mysteries. So I also appreciate how amazing that might have been. Thank you for sharing. :)

David Warner

Selski,

Sounds like you definitely took a time travel back to the past to that culture and era. A very nice detailed experience - don't you wish just once
you were able to talk with the two women, or suspend the time and absorb the whole scenery of the experience. Imagine if you could hold the conscious for a good hour...

Thanks for sharing!

Tvos
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