Hypnagogia Maybe OBE

I suppose this was an accidental OBE. I don't know if it counds as an OBE, but it certainly wasn't deliberate.

This morning I woke up and didn't get out of bed right away. I laid on my side--which I never do to project--and, my top leg felt like it wanted to twitch or stretch or something. With my eyes closed, I became aware of this and deliberately relaxed my leg, but the urge to stretch continued and even seemed to actually happen when I knew and could feel that my leg wasn't moving.

The stretching of my leg pulled the rest of me out, or at least that's what it felt like. The same sense of motion overtook me as when doing a slow cartwheel, and I phant'sied my center of experience moved from my physical head around to my feet and back up. I still couldn't see anything.

My first thought was that this was sleep paralysis (or REM atonia, if you want to be pedantic) and it was a good thing I'd burrowed under the blankets so that I could feel more secure about something awfully strange and not at all deliberate happening. Now that I think about it, this didn't make sense, because a physical blanket over my physical body wouldn't keep me hidden or protected from anything if I left it all behind, but that was the feeling.

My next thought was that this was an out-of-body experience, because of this change of proprioception. It didn't have anything that New Agers call vibrations (that are not vibrations, that's a bad word for it that we should really change because it doesn't prepare anybody for anything oh the horror), but I do read the occasional account of an OBE'r who just sat up and left their body behind and didn't even know it until they try to reach for the doorknob and realize that they have no body.

With my out-of-body experiences, the visual aspect comes naturally and eventually. This was still taking longer than I expected, so I thought that all I needed to do was relax some more. Out of habit, I relaxed my chest to slow my breathing.

And I could feel my physical body again. Thinking that I must be close to the state of mind needed to experience that again, I waited.

Eventually, my head felt as if it wanted to stretch, which was unusual, but I went with it. I could feel something like the surface tension of water against dry skin--like my center of consciousness were flowing out the top of my head. I could also feel something flowing out of my head. I suppose this is why there's a differentiation with physical/astral bodies, and I can't just keep it my experience when the experience has such suggestive mechanics.

I heard static, like cellophane crumpling against the base of my skull and the back of my head, and I could feel hot shower water.

Then I was in a shower, it looked an awful lot like the shower in the house I was staying in, but the tiles weren't simple blue squares. They were tiny, making a mosaic of a red hibiscus that curved from the left.

I began to float out, seeing a tiny plastic box filled with what appeared to be a mound of white plastic bags, and then I began to float up.

When I went through the ceiling, on the other side was only darkness. I was back in my body again, and then I thought I heard a familiar voice say my name. I sat up and nobody was there.