I recently made a huge discovery about a mystery that's lingered since my teen years. When I was around sixteen or seventeen I used to suffer from insomnia. A few times I was struck with unnerving sensation while lying in bed.

Once, while writing, I was lying on my side–head propped up on my elbow, scribbling my little strories into a notebook and I paused for a moment. Suddenly this loud noise blared inside my head–the sound of millions of voices talking over one another–and I was struck with the vision of something that seemed like an airport, with thick crowds of people bustling back and forth. My view of this scene was from above–all I could see were the tops of heads. The entire experience seemed remote, as I could still dimly see my dresser and bedroom carpet behind the image, like the reflection of the room behind you as you peer through a window.

I felt like I had to struggle to get back to my room. I tried to fight through whatever had taken over me–my eyes straining wide open, as my dresser became more solid and the big, echoey, noisy room faded. I had to fight my way back, and my body began to vibrate from deep within my core–I felt nearly paralysed–until it suddenly stopped and I was free of it.

I had another similar experience a week or so later; loud noises blaring in my head, the freaky vibrations, the struggle to fight my way back.

I went to my dad worried that I was suffering from schizophrenia, but he wrote it off as bad dreams and told me to call him the next time it happened. It didn't though… until a couple of weeks ago.

By now, I'd done a lot of dream research and DH has always been interested in astral projection (remote viewing or out-of-body experiences). It had never occured to me that I might have inadverdently been attempting to astral project until the familiar vibrations and roaring in my ears the morning after a bout of insomnia. Everything I've read on it afterwards has explained those sensations. Killer. Now to attept it at will…

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On a similar note, I experienced what DH refers to as a "visitation" the night before last. He has them with his parents who are both deceased. Aside from the single visit I had with my grandmother as a kid, I have on a couple occasions had fleeting encounters with my dad–but never have I had such an extensive visit as I had with my friend Dave.

Dave was the central member of our group of friends in my late teens and early twenties. The group scattered shortly after he threw everyone over for this toxic tramp he was involved with. Long to short, she was out cheating and he texted suicidal threats that were ignored. My ex found him the next morning, hanging from the garage rafter by his dog's chain.

In this dream I was walking around his old house, where we all used to go to party, noticing the way all the beds were missing and the kitchen was bare. Only Dave's bedroom was still in tact and he laid on his blue bedspread, sprawled on his back as he had when I saw him dead on his garage floor. I don't want to get into the details, as it was a personal conversation, but he seemed both amused and impatient with my questions about his death. He still answered my questions though.

DH asked me if there was something that told me it was really him (as opposed to my own subconcious) and I said, "Yeah, he propositioned me again."

I was interrested in talking and he was interrested in trying to get laid.

Very Dave.

I woke up feeling very glad to see him again.