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A few days before writing, "The Plastic People," I fell asleep on the couch reading Seth, Dreams, and Projection of Consciousness.
When I woke up around 3am, I realized it was about the right time of night to attempt projection. I went to bed, and laid on my back, hands at my side.
Each time I would completely relax, I would start to feel myself hit the in between state, but then either another cat would jump
on me or I would be jarred by my wife.
Somewhere in here, I thought about how we have a fortunate circumstance where the bed is pointed North and I tried to visualize that helping me out. I finally got frustrated and rolled over on my right side. It may have been here where I thought about my head being North.
But then I thought I might as well relax one more time and I dropped right into a weak lucid dream.
I thought I was out of body at first, but if I was then it wasn't here at the house. As I fell through the darkness, I came upright, and outside. Things were very dark and I was having trouble maintaining focus.
I traveled around the back of the house towards some trees and a small fenced area that could have been the fence around a
dumpster.
I also have the impression of a few people and an old Firebird, the kind with the 80's flaming bird. However, everything was only half there, and none of it was actually in my yard. Seth had said to just explore your own house at first so you get comfortable being out of body. Instead of doing that, I was in some sort of dream world. I realized that this wasn't what I wanted and snapped back, either to my body or just awake, but with my eyes still closed.
I tried to project again, and this time, I got it.
I was out and standing in our bedroom. It seemed very real with no distortions. I didn't look back at the bed, unfortunately. I drifted down the hallway up to the place where a blue LED night light is plugged in. Bailey, our cat, was there and he could see me and he wasn't sure if he should be afraid or not. I came down right to the floor and petted him, which seemed to calm his nerves.
Then, I went out into the living room and went right up to the front door.
I pushed up against it, trying to ease right through it. I stopped with the door halfway though me, and I remember some sort of sparkling effect.
I believe this is where I snapped back to my body and opened my eyes. I think I went back into some sort of dream state
after this, but I can't remember what happened. I may have returned to the place with the people and the Firebird.
I spent a great deal of the time over the next few days thinking about what had happened. For years, I've wanted to have an
OOBE, but have had limited success. This was so simple and so real. My thoughts weren't a debate about the validity of the experience – I was sure it had really happened. Instead, I was struck by
what it had further proved to me, that we are non-physical beings inhabiting a physical body, playing out our roles in life.
All I could think about was the way that being back in my body felt something like being back in your clothes after being
naked. I felt like I was just plastic and so was everyone else around me, but the difference was that I knew it and they didn't.
This realization made it difficult to concentrate for many days, but the feeling faded with time. That feeling and conflict led me to write this poem.
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