Tequila/Monk

Waking up as David in a hospital in New York (and more)

July 26, 2017

After many nights of PK/TK dreams and a little flying, I had great fun yet again last night. It started with a dream in a friend’s driveway. I was doing something in the dream, but then lost consciousness. I came back to awareness at the exact same place, but I noticed something in the dream wasn’t the same as before. With some great amount of will I was able to restore that thing to the way it was previously.

At some point I woke up, went to the bathroom, then went back to bed. This time I got to stay awake as my body fell asleep. It’s a cool feeling to feel the body parts fall asleep. A “tingly” sensation in each area is the only way I can think of to describe it.

Almost immediately a woman (a female entity) laid down in bed next to me and in a familiar voice, started talking to me like we were besties. Many times before I have panicked in this situation, but this time I didn’t panic, and tried to be a good listener. After a while she stopped talking, presumably falling asleep, and then I lost consciousness.

I woke up in a strange place. As usual, it was as real to me as my waking life is. I was nearly flat in bed, and could barely move my head, so I just tried to look around with my eyes. I was indoors, it was bright, and the ceiling was white. I tried to use my left arm to roll over a little, and a nurse came over and said, “No, no, don’t try to move it, just lay still.” She called out to some other people. Boy, were they surprised to see me awake.

I couldn’t say much, and could only get out the word, “Where?” The voice sounded weird to me, as I was expecting to hear my own voice, but a different voice came out. They said I was in a hospital in New York. Then I asked, “Who?,” and the nurse told me her name. She didn’t understand my intent, so I worked very hard and got out the words, “Who ... am ... I?” She said that they were told my name was David, but she didn’t know my last name.

I tried to hang out there for a while, but that poor body was messed up, and I eventually lost it. The short story is that I briefly regained consciousness twice more, once just long enough to figure out the local area code was 706 (turns out to be Georgia), then again in Tennessee. Kind of a round trip, I suppose.

I’m not sure what I’ve done to deserve all of this lately, though a doctor started me on twelve ibuprofen a day last Wednesday for the latest medical problem, and things have definitely intensified since then. I suspect it’s because of the ibuprofen, but it could be my current attitude of “f— this body, I’ve had enough of it” (i.e., loosening at least my mental connection to this body). I have to keep up the ibuprofen for two more weeks, so hopefully there are more road trips to come. I’d like to see a foreign country.

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