Home Again, Home Again, Jiggedy Jig

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My first dream happened just after I went to bed. I didn't even know I'd gone to sleep. I went straight to my bed from meditating with the Gnaural software. Maybe I never did really "go to sleep". I left my body in my bed and went astral traveling. I went to a war zone. I didn't know the people. I had the impression they were Jews and Muslims, but I thought I was dreaming, so it didn't matter. That dream was overshadowed by my last dream, which was also astral traveling.

I was on a helicopter. It was full of what looked like businessmen going somewhere in casual dress. The most exciting thing about this journey was when we got there the pilot swooped down for the landing. It wasn't like an airplane landing. More like being on an elevator. The helicopter seemed to see an open space among a group of helicopters and descended to that spot like a bird. When it touched down that was it. We didn't taxi or coast anywhere. The pilot turned the engines off, and we got out.

The fortunate thing for me was that I knew one of the other passengers. A guy I was in high school with. Like me, he is an old man now. No longer the slim, blond-headed quarterback who was adored by all the young nymphs back then, but his name was mentioned by one of the others, and I could recognize him for being that person.

In the same way I seemed familiar with a couple of the others. I thought I had been invited by them to go with them to whatever place it was that we landed. But, to my surprise, they walked off and left me on my own. That's where I figured my situation wrong, but in the end, it turned out to be correct for what I needed to understand.

I didn't figure out how to identify the helicopter we arrived on in order to find it again to make the return trip. If I was a guest, why didn't they know that and make sure I had the information to make sure I didn't get lost and hold them up when they got ready to leave. The reason is that they didn't know I was there. The only way they could recognize me would require a display of the personality they knew me by, and I am is wasn't present to be accounted for. Without my persona, I was nothing to be reckoned for.

After the group walked off without regard to my person, I walked into what seemed to be a large shopping mall with lots of people all around. There was a carnival atmosphere. I think it must have been designed just for people to fly in to just for having fun. There was nothing much there for an old man like me to get all fired up about, so I began looking for the helicopter again in order to wait for the passengers to show up, and I'd be there to keep from causing them any delay.

Outside of this shopping center there were lots of other helicopters. Rows of them of all sizes and shaped. Large ones that looked designed to haul passengers like there are jet planes designed just to haul people to gambling centers like Las Vegas. Maybe that was the kind of helicopter I had arrived by, and smaller helicopters that looked like they could only haul four or five people.

I walked and I walked to find the helicopter, but I didn't know how to identify it from any of the others, I got really tired of walking and gawking. Nobody paid any attention to me. I was no longer possessed by an identity they needed to re-cog-nize me as a fellow human. They expected me to be like them, and what they needed for me to have being to them was laying on my bed at home.

Many of the people were walking around with cups of drinks or food in their hands as if they were at some sort of fair. Then, magically, I suppose, I had a cup of beer in my hand, and amazingly, I was drinking it. I eventually got tired of walking to find the helicopter I arrived by, so I decided to fly around to find the guy I knew from high school instead of wearing my body out. I didn't wanna get left and have to hitch-hike home. I didn't know where home was from wherever this place was.

Then, I realized I didn't have to worry if I found the helicopter or not to get home. No matter what happened, my body was laying my my bed at home. I did find the guy I knew by flying, and approached him. He acted like I knew the other passengers, but I didn't, and said so. He turned to the pilot and asked him for an introduction in some manner, but the pilot didn't know what he was talking about and seemed confused to be asked.

That strange interlude was what clued me in. That, plus the fact that I had found myself flying just above the ground just previously to find the right helicopter. I wondered at the time if anybody might consider it unusual for me to be flying just above the ground. Nobody noticed.

They could only "see" me in real time. Like the black man who stood up from behind the bushes in my dream last night. He "saw" me, then couldn't believe his eyes, and squatted down behind the bushes again. I wasn't "lost" last night anymore than I was this morning. I've been astral traveling. I don't have to know where I am is to be there. Hurray! Praise the Lord, and all that jazz! I've been worried I was losing it.

This immediacy deal, where people can only "know" me in the specious present when I'm out of body has precedents I've written about before. Specifically, when I left my body sitting on the sofa when I was tripped out on all that clear light at a college student party, and approached these two girls sitting on the floor gossiping about their boyfriends. I asked one of the girls to have sex with me for the stated reason that nobody could see me, and thus couldn't witness us having sex. It made sense to me at the time. No harm, no foul.

During the entire time I was out of my body going around the room attempting to seduce the young coeds, I saw my physical body sitting where I left it on the couch. The social personality part of them saw my body sitting across the room on the sofa too. They could see it too, but the girl I asked to have sex with me refused my request by name. "felix, can't you see I'm busy. Leave me the hell alone." But, the girl who spoke directly to my out of body spirit wasn't the girl talking to her friend nor that who saw my body sitting on the sofa.

For lack of a better name, it was her doppelganger who aggressively told me to get lost. Pretty much in the same way the guy I knew from high school on the helicopter who didn't understand why I asked for an introduction. He "knew" me, but not in the Christian, civilized sense, as it were. In the immediacy of now, he finally realized that I couldn't be seen by the people I was asking to be introduced to, and it befuddled him. For my part, I didn't consciously realize I was there only in an astral sense.

At some point, when I slowly realized I didn't need a helicopter ride to get ho-me again, home again, jiggedy jig, and I was immediately back in my body again laying in my bed again wondering how the hell I was gonna write this down. Wow! This is much better than thinking I've gotten senile already, but there is lots to understand before I sleep. '-)

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