NPE #6 - Fighting in Cartoon World

October 13, 2011

“OBE to Cartoon World”

I find myself in bed separating from my body. My legs are already out but my upper body is being more difficult. This is a strange exit where I literally feel myself being sucked through and out my legs. I let out an audible gasp of pain as the sensation is not pleasant. I feel myself float and lightly hit the floor. I am in this pleasant blackness. I feels like an endless void - very peaceful. I decide to "let go" and allow the experience to direct itself. Soon I begin to feel an intense rush of motion that lasts for nearly a minute or so. It feels like every atom in my body is undergoing a gradual frequency change, or change in vibrational frequency. I feel like I am traveling a vast distance of space at incredible speeds.

Next visual phenomena enters my field of view. All of a sudden I am staring at a gigantic honey comb of little scenes. I get the intuitive feeling each one of the little circles in the comb structure is a world, a unique reality. I seem to enter one of these worlds. At first all of the people are cartoons as I transition into this world, but then they morph into people as I know them. I felt as if my schema of reality was being superimposed over the objective reality.

I find myself at a ball park of some sort – some type of sporting event. It reminds me of baseball but it is not baseball. I notice all of the inhabitants are spitting something out of their mouth – they remind me of drunken sports fans chewing tobacco.

At one point I begin to brawl with the inhabitants. I am able to move faster than they are. I literally feel like Neo in the matrix. I fight individually maybe ten of them. It is a lot of fun – almost thrilling. I am able to jump several feet in the air, and perform any type of fighting maneuver I can imagine.

Eventually the fighting subsides. It is not like fighting on our planet. It felt natural, socially acceptable and even fun. I think it is a game to these people. I don’t think anyone was getting hurt. At the time, in my mind, this seemed like the thing to do.

Lastly I am in this room with a girl who I know is “my sister.” I ask her to tell me the date. She seems confused. I probe her further asking if it is October and she says, “What are you talking about October?” The idea of a date and time seems to be lost to these people. 

Some thoughts: This was quite an interesting experience for me. I wonder if I can return to the "honeycomb" structure and use it as a gateway to countless other worlds. "Letting go" has been my method of choice in my more recent experiences. It seems there is an aspect of yourself that can show us experiences that are so alien to the conscious mind, so far from the conscious paradigm. While I was at the honeycomb I felt a surge of fear which then directed me to the fighting world... perhaps the fear tuned my vibrational frequency into that of the fighting world, and I then gravitated towards that reality.

NPE #5 - Meeting with Gramps

This was one of those dreams which leaves you with a peculiar feeling upon waking.

February 5, 2010

“Grandpa” [Edited for brevity]

The dream starts out on a beautiful picturesque beach. The waves were breaking far off shore, and I thought that it was the perfect condition for body boarding. The water was warm with teal hue. As I turned to the side, I was startled for a moment. There was this huge ridge. It had many waterfalls and was almost entirely blue with water; I had thought it was a tsunami for a moment! K and N were there, and said they thought it was a tidal wave at first too. These cliffs extended 200 to 300 feet into the sky. The waterfalls were huge and unearthly. We decided to swim out into the water towards these falls.

I managed to get ahead of everyone else, and was at what I perceived to be my land lord’s house on top of the cliffs. I saw him inside his house getting ready to leave. I waited outside for my friends to catch up, and we all seemed to congregate outside at the same time. I’m relieved that I don’t have to make too much small talk with him alone. We went inside and began to talk. I think he mentioned a few things about the heating in our house. I asked Kip if the waterfalls hurt on the bottom, and he said they might. [Edit]

All of a sudden the house theme changed to my house from home on Long Island. My Grandpa John was sitting on the couch in my den (at this time he was very ill). As I’m walking out the door, I decided to say good bye to him. The thought of death entered my mind. He is nearly 90 years old, and his wife (my Grandma, MiMi) has been very sick the past month - things aren’t looking too good. As I walked over to talk to him, I bumped into a pair of legs extending out from the couch. I suppose I simply didn’t see the other person sitting on the couch. 

It was my other Grandpa on my Dad's side, who I called Gramps. I leaned over to give him a kiss and thought in my head “you died last year, this can’t be real, I’m dreaming!” Just like that I’m lucid talking with what appears to be my dead grandfather! I’m in an extremely lucid state of mind, and all of a sudden the dream starts to go black....I knew I was waking up, but I fight the awakening.

I feel around the dream room using my sense of touch to reenter the dream. As my vision returns, I notice my two brothers and father are now in the room as well. They and my living grandfather are more like spectators. They have become motionless, almost inanimate. I focus on Gramps and begin to rapid fire some questions at him, knowing my time is limited. I knew he would understand.

I asked him if the death process was hard (that is navigating the astral right after physical death), and he said it was, and is a difficult process for most newly deceased.

I asked him what is the best thing I could do to further my spiritual evolution. He told me “I wasn’t going to hear what I wanted to hear.” 

Then I told him that he has to show me my shadow self, alluding to a dream I had a couple days earlier about an “evil force” controlling me from within. He got excited and said “I never said anything about the shadow; I never said anything about the shadow.”

Before I could ask another question, I felt myself waking up. The dream went black. I woke up wishing I could have had just a few more minutes!

Some thoughts: This dream left me with an intuitive feeling that I did connect, in some way, to an aspect of my passed Grandfather. Perhaps the beautiful beach is a belief-territory in consciousness space where Gramps currently inhabits. 

This dream had some interesting symbolism, such as climbing the waterfall cliffs to my land lords house. Beaches are also common dream metaphors symbolizing a connecting point between two realities. If I could go back, I would have asked different questions. I was on a bit of a Jung kick at the time. The way he did answer my questions is telling, though... 

I have had a few more of these dreams involving Gramps over the past couple years, but have yet to again encounter him while lucid.