This could have gone under Dreams as well, but tipped the scales for me ever so slightly toward Personal Experience.

Sat 22 Jan 11

I got out of bed around 7, as usual, and let out the dogs, made coffee, etc. Then I laid back down and read news on my iphone until I was quite sleepy. I began hearing comments/voices in my head so I decided to drift and listen to them. In the process I fell asleep and began dreaming. I dreamed for what seemed a long time and then I started to stir from a combination of the noises outside and the dogs laying around me and moving sometimes. I didn�t want to wake up because it was so fun to just be dreaming, but finally it was my worry about the potted plants around my bed that woke me up. I thought I had either laid on them or the dogs had become frisky and had torn some of the leafy stems from the plant because I could sense they had been damaged and it upset me. So I got up. Little did I know, I had not awakened to this physical reality in which I type this dream, but into another one which felt just as real. (And BTW, I don�t have any plants around my bed, but it was true the dogs were there with me, and the bedding was the same, and I knew I had already woken up once and made coffee, and that my husband was up and I�d fallen back to sleep).

In this other reality that I took to be my waking reality, my husband and I had moved into this new house recently. It was previously owned, but it was new to us. So I had not yet become completely familiar with it, but I had brought enough of our stuff with us, clothes, etc., that I hadn�t bothered going back to the old house to get the rest as we didn�t really need it. I began gingerly picking up the long broken stems of the plants that had been broken off. I was frowning as I noticed the new growth on them that would not potentiate � unless I replanted it, I thought, and that made me feel better. Meanwhile, I realized there were still enough stems on the plants to keep them alive, in fact, they might flourish and be fuller now, like a properly pruned shrub.

As I looked around the bed, which happened to be free standing in the middle of the room, I noticed behind it and off to the side there was a little alter-like thing with a raised plaque on it. I felt a a bit of concerned curiosity and went to investigate. It looked a bit like a memorial and I thought, if the people who owned this house put a memorial in their bedroom and if there is someone buried here, I�m going to be very upset. As absurd as it sounds, I felt fully awake even then. I looked closely at the plaque and as I did it became fuzzy and kinda morphed (as things can do in astral expeditions when you look closely). It wasn�t a memorial after all, or so it now seemed, but it made me think of the Haunted House ride at Disneyland (so something about death). Next to this raised plaque was a sign covered in plexiglass. It was blank and black, but there was reflection, and as I moved my head around to view from different angles, I began to make out the faces of four entities in the same way I scry photographs. I quickly determined though that I didn�t really want to get clear on what was being reflected there, so I looked further along.

Now I was noticing for the first time an arched doorway that was the size of two or more doors that led into another room. I was really amazed, as well as feeling fully awake, aware and conscious. I took a step into the doorway and I felt the strangest pull. Gravity on the other side was very different. I now felt a bit of fear and wondered what I was doing exploring this. I could make it go away if I turned away, but some larger more rational part of me said, don�t pass up this opportunity to �see�. So I allowed my curiosity to overcome my fear and I step through the threshold. At this point my lucidity intensified. I felt utter delight, like a child feels when discovering a trampoline for the first time. Gravity was definitely different and though it was still in effect, less effort was needed to move. It was like I imagined being on the moon might be! But right away I noticed a TV that was on to my left. On the screen was an image of a silver flying saucer. It was like one of the very good, but not perfect photographs that have been taken. I knew coming in this room had something to do with facing a fear like finding out through direct experience that flying saucers are real. It is scary, but the wonder and delight is greater.

I had the feeling in my dream(?) that all this was real and that I had therefore, in waking reality, discovered this new realm or ability. I acknowledged glimpses of what wonders this would mean for my future and the future of all humanity. But the most important thing though was following my drive to explore what was through this doorway. And so I did. I began by taking a step and pushing off with a reasonable amount of force to see how it felt and how far up I would go. I could easily reach the ceiling, but everything was soft, there were no hard impacts, so it was safe to test and move about with a bit of gusto. Though there was a softness, everything was still physical and dense enough to make the environment pleasurable. It wasn�t soppy or dreamy or wispy, it was like physical reality only less gravity, I think.

I moved through the room which looked like a lounge room. And then through a doorway into a bedroom. I marveled at moving and at examining everything along the way, seeing how real it was, how everything had texture and color, even more so than physical reality it seemed. I felt the need to keep moving though at a reasonable rate so I could get as much experience as possible because at some level, I knew that I would soon be in the denser physical reality (waking up for real). In fact, I began to accept that this was like a lucid dream or an astral projection and I was trying not to let outside noises grab my attention and bring me out of this state.

In the bedroom it was dim with only the light from the adjoining lounge room to illuminate. There were no other doors in here, but there was an opening the size of a cupboard up near the ceiling. No problem! I pushed up and easily bounced-floated up to it. This led to an upper level of this structure/house. Light shone in the windows and I was in another bedroom. I suddenly had this urge to pee. I thought, what are the chances there is a bathroom here? And I was also concerned about the time it would take away from my explorations. But armed with the knowledge that this was an empty realm that seemed uninhabited, I decided to just �go� right there. As I did the sensation was, like other things in this realm, at least twice as intense and pleasurable. I had a fleeting fear, what if I am peeing in my bed right now?! Then I thought, Oh well, too late now! Not to mention that it seemed worth it to continue on with the exploration.

Next I pushed/floated up to look in the closet of this bedroom where I saw some paper hats made by children. There were names on the hats and I suddenly became curious as to whether I would get some clues about this place through the names. I saw �Michelle�, but the the surname became blurry and turned into a decorative swirl. I felt that I had hit a boundary in what I was being allowed to see. [And at this point I might mention that the rooms in this structure were overlaid upon/reminded me of places from my life, like middle school, and a farm where I spent time, a church I attended, etc.] I was just about to move back down to the floor and head for a doorway which I noticed led to a gymnasium (ooo, exciting!) when my nose began to itch. I tried to resist it but it was persistent. I did not want to leave yet! But I had to reach up and itch my nose. And...I woke up. I felt altered still though and I thought I might be able to go back, but one thing led to another and the outside world started coming in to bug me with noises, itches and dogs moving about. And yes, the first thing I made sure to note was if the bed was dry! It was, whew!

But I knew I had experienced something very real and important to me. I think my experience, whilst driven by my will, was facilitated by "others" with the ability to help me. My current thought is that I was allowed a peek into what existence will be like after the soon-to-come event in Dec 2012. Much like the physical world now, only less dense. I makes me think of a recent message I received lately in the form of song lyrics from the 80s that suddenly began playing a loop in my mind for a while: �Paradise is exactly like where you are right now, only much, much better.� Two times (200%) better? That seems about right to me.

WOW I love, love, love, reading your experiences Alisa. At first I thought you might have went to another dimension or a parallel universe! how long did all this last in real reality? what if you was given a glimpse of your future life? who could this Michelle be, maybe a new daughter? or what if in that world your son Wes is Michelle? so many questions, but that whole dream/experience sounds wonderful!!! heee heeee hee good thing the bed was dry! so peeing was that pleasurable hmmm? makes you wonder how other physical stuff is LOL!!

Thanks for the great feedback, Orb Queen.

The more time that passes the more this dream/experience seed ripens. I forgot to really stress how real it felt. Realer than real. More real than waking reality.

I feel that the experience was showing me that when we have confirmation of the "aliens" (wherever they come from - here or there) are "here" and we all see them, etc., it will coincide with a shift into a new world in which existence is better (for lack of a better word). It's all a piece of the Zero Time and ascension puzzle IMO.

I think it was a glimpse of future life, though maybe a simulation of what it will be (or already is outside of time). And I don't know who Michelle is. Maybe I'll find a sync with it at some point in the "future". It's one of those strange clues that doesn't fit in neatly to what I think I know.

It was really wonderful though. I loved it and hope I get more experiences like this to report on. And yes, it was a very nice thing to find the bed dry! I'm sure peeing was an allusion to how much more pleasurable physical stuff will be.