It's the spring of 1979. I'm 16 years old, and an event occurs that changes my life forever. Laying in bed one night I'm trying to fall asleep, but not having much success. As I lay there, with my body relaxing more and more, I begin to think of a girl at school that I like a lot, a girl named Sharon. Laying in bed, I begin to think of where her house might be in relationship to my house, and I realize that if I were to draw a line directly from my toes through the top of my head as I lay there in bed, her house would be almost exactly in that direction.
As I think of that direction -- straight out the top of my head -- and I think of Sharon, and think of how nice it will be to see her tomorrow, something that I've never experienced before in my life begins happening. My body begins to "vibrate" uncontrollably, though "vibrate" isn't exactly the right word. It's not that my body is physically vibrating, like anyone looking at me would see my arm or head shaking. It's more like every cell or every molecule in my body is vibrating uncontrollably, and there is a huge energy surge of energy rushing up and down my body.
Beyond this, my body is also "paralyzed", and I can't move or call out for help. As I try to move my arms, head, or try to sit up, I can't do any of these things.
To make matters worse, it feels like "I" am moving in the direction I was thinking, straight out of the top of my physical head, while my physical body remains in the bed. The only way I can explain it is to say that my soul has separated from my physical body, my soul has no control over my physical body, and it is now floating away from the physical body. I'm not sure, but the thought occurs to me that I may be dead.
As you can imagine, all of this terrorizes "me" beyond belief, and I fight as hard as I can to get my physical body to sit up in bed. After a tremendous struggle (and what seems like a very long time), I finally am able to move my body slightly, and then in one great burst I am able to get my physical body to sit up. My soul seems to be attached to the body, just like it always has been.
But at this point sitting up isn't enough -- I need to get the heck out of that bed! I do get out of bed, and even get out of the room and walk around the house, but everyone else is asleep. There's nobody to talk to, and no explanation for anything that just happened.
After a calmind down period there are only two thoughts in my mind: "What the heck just happened?", and "I'm not getting back in that bed". Some time much later I finally give in to the need for sleep, as I have to go to school in the morning. So I do get back in the bed, and thankfully fall asleep without any more special effects.
The next day I'm still shaken, but over time I begin to think maybe it wasn't real, it was just a dream. That night I go right to sleep, and by now I'm thinking it definitely wasn't real.
But then it happens again on the following night, and all of a sudden I'm not just any normal 16-year-old kid any more.