I am going to start with a dream or for that matter a sleep walk experience I had when I was very young, maybe 5 or 6yrs old. I made up some rules for myself, kind of self protection rules that would keep the scary monsters from "getting" me when I was a kid. one of the funnier ones was the toilet monster. I had to get out of the bathroom before the toilet finished flushing or else I would get sucked in after it. among those of my silly "rules" was two that were never broken. now I don't know how, when or why I made these rules up, I just did. the two unbreakable rules were, never go to sleep on my back and never sleep with my hands open especially hands open under my pillow. well one night I decided that I was going to break both those rules. I was going to see what would happen. so went to sleep on my back and with my hands opened up. I awoke to a figure pulling me out of me. that is to say a ghost like person with only the top half of his body had a hold of my hands and was pulling me out of my sleeping body. now I heard nothing and smelled nothing and was damn sure that I knew that I was me and that my body was still sleeping. so I did what any frightened child would do I screamed. but no sound came out of my mouth. I realized that I was going to have to struggle free from this "being" and get back into my body and get away. so that's what I did. there is a little more to the experience but I wanted to express the o.o.b. part. looking back I cant really say if the "being" was trying to harm me, maybe it was trying to make me realize other planes of existence are as real as the ocean is to a surfer. but from that point on I was sure that what happened was real.

I used to have a repetitive dream. the dream only happened when I broke those rules I was talking about. I had to expand the rules because I was having this dream with other sleeping positions, mainly the one were you put your hands between your legs and sleep on your side. anyways the dream was the same no matter what the sleep position. I would get a sinking feeling in my stomach and then right after that I would get the sensation of being bit all over my body. now I was scared shitless every time this happened. now this is the part that always freaked me out the most. I would have to wake myself up. I knew that I was having this dream. I would have to tell myself to wake up almost like I was waking up my older brother for school. its hard to explain...I knew that my body was asleep and I knew that I was not in my body all the way. so this went on for a while. I would have this dream and I would wake myself up from it. then one night I decided that I was going to see how long I could take it, take having that biting sensation all over my body. so I went to bed on my back and just like clock work I started to have the sensation. well a long story short I rode out the sensation and the next thing I know I was looking at my ceiling getting closer and closer. when it got real close I stopped and after a little freaking out because" how the fuck can this be happening", how come I am so close to my ceiling. how come I remembered what I had for dinner, how come I knew that I was "floating". then came the part were I look over my shoulder and see my body on the bed, asleep. well that was a even bigger freak out, so I immediately and without control fell back into my body. only to awake and fully remember what just happened.

so that's how it went for years. I could go out of body whenever I wanted. I was a teenager when I really had it down pat. I went all over the place. I went all over the galaxy. it was more interesting than flying around my house or flying threw the center of the earth and coming out the other side. during my trips I never heard any sound or smelled anything and I can only describe my vision as being all around me. kind of like having eyes all over my body. I loved to fly over city's at night. when I was 20 yrs old I finally told my girlfriend about my experiences. she was skeptical and wanted proof. I asked her to think of a way for me to do that and she did. she would put some random objects in another room and then I would have to tell her what they were. so I agreed and we had our experiment. now I was interested as much as she was. as much as I knew in my heart that what was happening to me was real and not just elaborate dreams I still thought that if I could do this then I was really on to something. so I sat in our room while she went and put whatever she was going to put in a spare room next to ours. and so that was it, she came in, shut our door and cracked open a coke so she wouldn't fall asleep. it didn't take me long, at that point I could do it with out really having to be trying to sleep. so I hovered into the spare room and looked at what she had put on a old computer desk, a ring made of jade, a silver spoon, the remote to our TV., and a note that said "right after you wake up first tell me the punch line to that joke you told me the other day, then tell what was on the desk". so the first thing I said when I came back was" rare".

she freaked the fuck out, pardon my language. and when I told her what she put on the table she really lost it. I ran into the room to see if it was all true and it was. she could hardly breath and I was a little unnerved about it also. now I don't care what any one says. that happened I am not a liar and no one can take that away from me.

unfortunately for me shortly after that I decided that I was too old for that kind of stuff. I ruined the best and most strange  and most beautiful part of my life. I don't know how I did it but I stopped myself from being able to do it anymore. I can sleep on my back with both hands open under my pillow and all I get is numb arms in the morning.