My first lucid came from an OBE attempt, true, but once I succeeded in the OBE I could really get the difference in method: they're both initiated in a rag-doll relaxed body with a slate-blank mind, but, my first lucid dream came along when I changed my sense of location from inside my head to inside the pit of my stomach, while my OBE's came along when I changed my sense of location to about a foot beyond my body.
This one afternoon, I decided to mix them and see what happens. Mahadevi and Auntie J.J. had me promise them that I would stop OBE'ing (since the Fifth OBE that is plainly embarrassing so I won't post it,) and I just thought that if I didn't intend to, but went through the motions of an OBE attempt for another purpose (like lucid dreaming, which said mentors admitted was mostly harmless,) then that would be all right.
So this time, I sort of "bobbed" the sense of location between "beyond my body" and "inside my head", like folding a cake's dry ingredients into the wet ingredients. Like beating an egg: yolk streaming into the albumen, white threads of chalaza spiraling from the yolk. Flopflopflop, mind went, into the silence, into unconsciousness. And this was the result:
The air wasn't shuddering like in an OBE, so I must have just dreamed of wandering the apartment. But, I had been doing this meditation with Sibling in the other room, Skyping with someone, and in my "dream" that continued... except that Sibling had a bag of brightly-colored jelly beans and large skittles that she didn't have when I started the meditation. Or, I think I had the brightly-colored jelly beans and large skittles, which I scattered over Sibling like confetti. So, it was a dream.
The walls seemed to be draped in bright circus-y colors: banana yellow, candy orange, hot pink... polka dot patterns... There might not have been circus music, but there was definitely some tense, nightmarishly bright vibe to the environment.
I wandered into our bathroom, all black-tiled like it is in waking life, and felt relieved. That is, until I looked at the mirror above the sink, and in it I saw a skeletal gray figure with a ragged white night gown come through the reflection of the bathroom door and float towards me.
"No," I thought, "It's a mirror, so this is a reflection... so the thing's floating up behind me." (Strange how I did not see myself in the mirror, only the reflection of the bathroom and this skeletal woman.)
With the force of my thoughts, I changed the flying skeleton's course so that instead of ramming into me (or catching me up to take into the mirror where I felt horrible things would happen,) it floated into its own reflection-- through the mirror. They cancelled each other out.
At that, my view snapped back into my sleeping body, where I couldn't move. The upholstery colors were still bright and candy-happy colors that aren't that way in waking life at all. One of the stuffed animals, a plushie giraffe, had been tossed in my line of vision a long while ago, and the way the light hit it... the yellow between the spots began to stand out, taking on a dimension of its own. Not like it was moving, more like seeing shapes in the clouds, and this shape was a claw reaching out and sort of scritching at my unprotected knee.
Not pictured above: evil.
Unfortunately, I dealt with this sleep paralysis like I usually do: panicking, fighting against the weight of my sleeping body, forcing myself to move, and so waking up.
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