OBE: Dead Sister

I exited my body and found myself in a dark, unfamiliar room. I saw my sister and recognized her as such, but in my mind she was a ghost. For some reason I thought she had died and was attempting to contact me in my sleep. She also looked different. Instead of her blonde hair, her hair was colored a medium brown and had golden streaks in it. It was also much shorter than I remember, coming to just above her collarbone.

She spoke to me, saying she had come to take so-and-so away with her. She said she was leaving and telling me goodbye. I do not recall the person’s name she had come to take but I knew it was a young girl – her daughter. Being she does not have a daughter in real life. I think this confused me and I could not seem to grasp what was going on. I decided to ignore my “sister”, assuming she was a dream character. Yet, she still lingered around as if she wanted to say more.

There was a strange feeling, almost like I needed to “wake up” to something. This caused me to return to my body.

OBE: List

The next thing I recall was being in a lucid state but near my body. The shifty feeling was very intense and my vision was in grays and blacks. I was in the corner of my room talking to someone. I seemed to be chatting away but I cannot recall what I was saying.

I realized I was dreaming and could exit my body. As soon I as I realized this, I felt my body and exited it, moving quickly toward my bedroom door.

I had thought I was in my own room but when I exited I was outside at my Mom’s house in her front yard. It was dark still and I could see the stars in the sky.

I wandered around near the side of the house where my Mom’s clothesline is, talking away. I wanted to go up into space and sent out the intent in a thought. As I did, I launched myself upward toward the sky.

As I soared up, I felt a strange wind hit me. It was quite intense and had I been able to hear it would have howled in my ears. Instead I just knew it was intense and could feel it hitting my astral body. I ignored it, soaring over the treetops and just enjoying being free.

I sent out the intent to go up and felt myself go up. I thought, “Faster. Faster”, but I seemed to stop as soon as I got to a certain height. I looked down and saw the house and the treetops and then up at the sky. I said, “I want to go into space”.

I tried again to go up, but the familiar pull that I am use to was not there. It was like there was a ceiling stopping me.

Then I was down near the ground again and suddenly felt I needed to write all of my experiences down because I would forget them if I didn’t. A piece of narrow, white paper appeared along with a pen and I began to write out what I remembered. I only remember now that I wrote down that I had seen my sister and that I had tried to go into space, but there was much, much more written. I even spelled out the words and read the list back to myself, but none of it stuck. Now it is just a blur of words in my memory.