Two hours of OBEs

August 14, 2015

Late yesterday afternoon I started getting a little sick, and then last night I got very sick. Around 1am I was very concerned that I was going to pass out, and began making plans for how to pass out without hurting myself significantly. I finally decided to lay face down on the bed with my head hanging over the edge, with a small garbage can beneath my head.

I felt a little better when I woke up this morning, but then got worse as time went on. I was trying to get out of the house to run some errands so I took a shower, but after the shower I crawled back into bed. This was somewhere around noon. I decided to relax my body completely, and although my heart was pounding a little harder than usual, I was actually able to do this very well, so I began to think that an OBE or something else might be coming soon.

I woke up at 1:30pm having to go to the bathroom, so I did that, and went back to bed again. The next two hours were filled with a variety of OBEs. In one I was floating out of control, but generally floating up or forward. In another I was being pulled backwards, as I’ve explained before. (It feels like someone has a rope around your waist and they have the ability to pull you backwards.)

Much of the time I was very confused about where I was. I kept waking up in a bed somewhere, thinking I was in my own bed, but I was not. I didn’t wake up in my own bed until just after 3:30pm.

Because I can’t prove anything about where I was or who I was the details don’t matter, but it was fun, and I feel very fortunate that these things happen to me. (Not the illness, but the OBEs.)

One note to self: At one point I felt like I was a blind person. I couldn’t see anything, but I had an idea of where things should be as I moved around, and other people were treating me like a blind person.

Sick as a child

Possibly because I couldn’t tell that I wasn’t waking up in my own bed, or because I have a slight fever, this event reminded me of something that happened to me when I was very young.

I don’t know exactly how old I was, other than to say that I know that I was less than nine years old when this event happened. My family always tells me that I got very sick, with a 104 degree fever, and according to them I was hallucinating. I don’t know the whole story, but they tell me that I thought I was offering a woman a bouqet of flowers. I remember that because I thought it was a strange thing for a very young boy to do.

Today I began to wonder if I wasn’t having some sort of OBE during that event. Perhaps in the same way I couldn’t tell when I was in my own bed today, perhaps at that time I was having some sort of OBE or vision where I was both that young boy but also somewhere else at the same time, thinking that I was someone else, perhaps an older man offering flowers to a woman somewhere.

Well, that’s just a thought, isn’t it? There’s no way to prove that, either.

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