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I desperately want this to be real because my mom just died unexpectedly 2 weeks ago and I want to think she is ok now and at peace.
I think.. maybe it was a dream because at the very end of it I saw a friend shopping for Indian print cloth in some sort of open market, but everything else before that seemed so real.
This took place over a decade ago when I was still in college, but I remember it very well.
In my dream/experience, I was running down the field behind my parents' house. I was flanked on the right and left by "people" whom I could not see but knew they were there. As we ran they "told" me (I didn't hear them just "knew" what they were saying) to "jump". Jump out of my body. But I didn't understand what they meant, so one got in front of me and the other behind me and simultaneously they pushed and pulled. I was ripped out of my body and it was the most unpleasant sensation. Like fingernails on a blackboard to the nth degree. It went on forever and yet was very fast, all at once.
And then I didn't see the field any more, but was in a black place with a misty magenta light. It looked like a space nebula except I saw no stars. I was part of the nebula, and the nebula was part of me. We were all "one" and yet I was still an individual at the same time and knew there were many other individuals there as well, though I can't say who they were. It was very peaceful and I felt joy. Not extreme rapture per se, but very content and just ok about everything.
When I awoke, the rest of that day I was very discombobluated and had trouble making my body work. I almost walked out into traffic because even though my head thought I should stop my body just decided to keep on going off the sidewalk.
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