Windless Night OBE

I woke up at around 4 A.M. today, in my godmother's house, where I fell asleep that night. Not wanting to get up because I would wake her dog who would bark angrily and wake the whole household, I started meditating. The wind and vibrations that I usually get weren't there this time, so I don't know if I fell asleep instead.

I was a little elevated with a point of view closest to my feet, and where in waking life there's a wall, there was a metal accordion gate instead. I probably only got as far as my feet because my OBE meditation plays with proprioception. Once I became aware that I've achieved an OBE, I stopped meditating that way. Without the vibrations, and the flow of the wind that I'm used to, I had to move on my own.

I thought I would try walking for once, anyway. Mahadevi had advised me to ground and center if I was having trouble moving around during OBE's, which I presumed would give my astral body structure enough to walk around with the ease I have with my able physical body. He didn't explain how he does grounding and centering, though, so I did it the way I usually do: by encouraging activity in my root and solar plexus chakras.

While my astral body's default seems to be the form of my waking body, and not just a mass of awareness that can see all eight corners of the room at the same time, nothing felt more solid. While I shifted a little in the air, I still didn't have any real movement. I thought of a place that I would like to teleport to, but nothing happened still.

Eventually I gave up and relaxed into my body again, and the next thing I remember, I was definitely in a non-lucid dream. Sibling, sibling's best friend, and I were at a palatial hotel and restaurant, on a cushioned surface. The Chinese military guarded every room. As we talked about things we were writing, Sibling's friend was hugging me so tightly that I wondered aloud if my bones were digging in, and she laughed, and they both stood up to leave. I stayed behind to gather up many more notebooks than I'd come in with, somehow knowing they were mine and not wanting to just leave it in case they were taken by the military. In the next scene, we and a whole family of other people we were semi-familiar with, ate outdoors in some midnight vegetarian backyard barbecue. I tasted a little bit of everything off everyone's plates, and was satisfied with my own wilted broccoli salad, but as I was waking from this dream I wondered if I had stumbled into some astral faeryland-- and if I'd done something wrong by eating faery food at all, let alone so much of it.