Mike L

Experience submitted by Mike L

Thus far in my astral and dream experiences, I haven’t had the privilege of meeting someone out of the body and then being able to verify it in the physical world by, say, our both remembering the encounter. But I have met other beings in the astral and people who may have been dreaming…

I had learned from Belsebuub that when we go to sleep normally we enter the astral plane and go there to dream. Belsebuub writes that most of the dream time is spent viewing projections from our own subconscious so that we don’t see what’s really there and don’t realize it’s a dream.

Having had many lucid dreams before where I’ve been able to wake up out of a dream, finding myself in the astral plane, and then gone on exploring has given me a partial understanding of this. One night, however, I got to see this from a different perspective.

I was dreaming that I was in a bathroom, but when I had a moment of self remembrance and strong awareness, I had the intuitive feeling that I was in a dream.

The scene I was in faded away and I was actually in one of the lecture rooms of my university! Definitely not a bathroom…

Public domain image found on Pixabay.

There were lots of people walking around the room, but they were somewhat distant. I was standing near a table at the front of the room and a man wearing a green vest and a brown jacket was standing beside me.

We made eye contact and decided to introduce ourselves. I introduced my name as Mike and his name was Sean. He then took a seat by the table. I decided to try to have a conversation with him, but it was quite difficult…

He no longer seemed to be aware of my presence. He was looking left and right at things that apparently weren’t there. I could see his lips moving, as though he were talking to people, but no one was there (that I could see).

His eyes had a glazed over appearance, as though he wasn’t really looking at anything, but continued these strange interactions.

It was my opinion that he was a real individual and we happened to speak at a moment of mutual lucidity, but he was then captivated by his own dream images and could no longer see or interact with me…

For the next couple of weeks, I was on the lookout for a man in a green vest and a brown coat named Sean, but that just wasn’t in the cards. It’s highly unlikely he would have remembered the brief encounter, even if it was a legitimate meeting, given how short it was.

But it still made for a nice experience for me and it takes little imagination for me to see myself just like that man when I’m off dreaming, unable to see what’s really there.