I found myself in an unfamiliar public place. The environment was busy and bright. It all seemed quite real, similar to scenes I would normally visit in the physical world.
I stepped inside a large public washroom and found another person there. We started a discussion, which somehow turned to the outcome of a major historical world event. The man insisted that this event would end in a way that contradicted recorded history. He was speaking as if this event was happening currently, instead of 50 years ago, and as if the outcome was still uncertain.
With my knowledge of the actual outcome, I tried to convince him he was wrong. Eventually, perhaps out of sheer exasperation or a desire to win the argument, I shouted out: “I know you’re wrong – it’s already happened, and we’re in the astral plane right now!”
At that moment, everything clicked. My mind consciously recognized what I had subtly known all along in an underlying way: I was not actually in a physical place. I was dreaming. My body was asleep.
This was a moment I had been awaiting patiently for several months. I had recently discovered a course on astral travel and dreams by Belsebuub, and was focusing on learning to wake up in my dreams. To accomplish this I would look around me and examine where I was at different times throughout the day, inspect the scenes and objects around me, and try to seriously ask myself whether I was actually awake or dreaming at that moment.
All this led up to that moment when I finally had the realization of being asleep while I was actually dreaming. Strangely enough it didn’t come through directly questioning but was brought about by the ultimately helpful interaction I had with the strange figure in my dream.
Waking up out of the Dream
Once I had stated it aloud, I was hit with the full significance of what it meant. All my efforts and desire to achieve such an experience came back to me.
The environment I was in – the bright, seemingly real public place – all disappeared before my eyes. It was as though the scene burst like a balloon being pricked by a pin.
What I saw around me in its place was near-darkness. I was back in a night-time environment. In fact, I was in a washroom, but it was the one that was in my house, perhaps 10 feet away from the bed where I lay sleeping. I could feel myself being present in that room and could see myself dimly in the mirror of the washroom.
Despite being prepared for such an experience, the whole thing was incredibly shocking. I actually saw my own jaw drop open in surprise as I looked at the reflection of myself in the mirror – knowing that I lay asleep in bed and yet seeing myself in another room.
The entire experience felt real and substantial. Although the previous dream scenario had also felt “real” in its way, this was quite different. It was just like being in the room physically, except that I felt lighter somehow.
I didn’t want to miss my chance to try flying, something Belsebuub had described doing in the astral, so I quickly jumped up into the air, not quite knowing what would happen. I found myself shooting upwards and hurtling towards the ceiling.
At that moment, the excitement overwhelmed me, and I felt myself rushing back towards my bed and somehow “merging” back into my physically-sleeping body, which I was once again conscious of.
I was back in bed, but very much aware of the experience I’d just had. I picked up the phone to call someone to tell them about it, and found myself engaged again in conversation….
Later on I woke up for real, after realizing I had slipped back into another dream.