Since i was a young child, i have experienced what i suppose were OBE's. Having no reference point for defining these experiences, i simply called them ""things that happened in the other place,"" and the ""other place"" was where i sometimes went instead of sleep.

 

There was a very distinct pattern to these experiences. They began with the feeling that i was slipping out of phase...as a child i perceived this as not being able to keep pace with my reality.  Sometimes i would be sitting at a table and though i was not moving, i felt as if i had to run to maintain the space i was in.  And it got faster and faster until i was pulled out of sync.  This was accompanied by extreme pressure all over my body, as if i were being crushed.

 

There was also a very pronounced taste and feel in my throat; a sensation i could'nt began to describe. Many times, i also experienced the feeling as though someone were reaching a hand into my stomach and squeezing...it was often very painful. Sometimes i could pull myself back, but most of the times i was pulled through, and then i would be sitting in my bed as though i had just awakened.

 

I would usually get up and walk out of the room, but i knew something wasn't right.  The air would be thick and golden.  Once i walked into the living room and there were vines growing out of the walls...growing and moving, so i ran back to the bedroom and when i opened the door, i saw myself sitting on the bed! I looked at myself and the other me raised her head and looked at me.  When our eyes met, there was this loud rush of air, and i was back looking out of my eyes instead of into them.

 

This continued in many forms all of my life. As an adult, the experience changed and instead of happening when i went to bed, it happened when i woke in the morning. My husband had to leave early in the morning for work, and i would wake to say goodbye, but being pregnant and tired, i didnt get out of bed.  I just kissed him goodbye.

 

Often just as he left, i would hear the door open again, and i would try to get out of bed, but my body felt so heavy i couldn't lift even a finger.  I would then see something come into the room; an outline of light, and a strong animal smell.  It would come to my bed.  I could see my room just as it was, but i couldnt move, and i couldnt scream.

 

Then, it would come and lift me out of my body and i would ""join"" with the visitor. It was very sexual, but not a body experience. My body was left on the bed and the return was always the same: looking into my eyes and bam!; looking out of my eyes...