Glimmer Twin:
Your above description is very similar to my little attempt at amateur "aerobatics," this attempt having occurred some fifty+ years ago, when I was a wee little shit of (maybe) three or four years old, back on N. Mozart Street. My parents had taken my new-ish little brother and me to one of the lesser circuses, likely the Shrine Circus at Medinah Temple, and I had been given an exciting and, to my feeble little brain, very mysterious device, one that could somehow on its own travel upwards and stay at the ceiling of my bedroom. It featured a large green or red cartoonish mouse head within a clear rubber shell. Of course, I am referring to a helium filled balloon. More accurately, it was a "Swissy Mouse" helium filled balloon, technically a balloon inside of a clear balloon, and I was floored by its aeronautical abilities, having until then never seen up close or "owned" (if one can EVER really own such a free spirit as a helium filled balloon) such a device. Naturally, I needed to be near my helium filled Swissy Mouse constantly, and had managed to get it into the corner of the ceiling and wall directly over my bed where I could keep an eye on it via my nightlight as I fiddled with the old Zenith AM clock radio for a few minutes before sleeping, as then was my bedtime custom. The balloon and it's remarkable behavior was naturally on my mind prominently as I drifted off, listening most likely to WVON (bedtime custom, etc.)
At this time in my childhood, before I realized how far gone I had become already, I had become very interested in my dreams and my dreaming life, and had developed my recollection of them pretty well, as well as my ability to "decide" whether to awaken or to remain "there" e.g. to continue a dream regardless of how scary it might be becoming. At the time, stuff like anthropomorphic trees, e.g. trees with talking faces, and cookies shaped like moons and stars, but also with talking faces were solid grist for my scariest nightmares, and there was something thrilling and forbidden associated with remaining asleep purposely when such things were encountered while dreaming for me.
In any event, upon (I suppose) entering REM sleep and beginning my night's dreaming, I found myself pressed with my back up against the ceiling, and in the corner just above my bed, in the exact spot where my helium balloon had been. I could see "me" directly below, in my bed sleeping, on my left side as always. In my "dream," it took some few seconds for my little brain to comprehend the scene and view. When I realized in shock and in my dreaming that it was ME looking down from the ceiling at ME, I could no longer exercise any will at all over the course of the "dream" and force myself to remain asleep. Firstly, I had the distinct feeling of falling, followed by the feeling of coming up from the bottom of a swimming pool deep end, although I have applied these similes subsequent to the "dream" as I had not experienced them in my wakng life at that point. I remember too that during the "descent" and "ascent" my vision seemed haywire suddenly, and then I was awake with those damned butterflys in my stomach. I did not sleep a wink during the rest of that night, and it must have been a Saturday night because I remember watching the "Farm Report" program and "Jubilee Showcase" in the early morning on television while my folks still slept.
I guess this sorta kinda qualifies as a paranormal experience, it made enough of an impression that the intervening half-century and countless brain damaging drug excursions has not dulled my recollection one iota, thank goodness! It taught me very early about the complexity and beauty of our "parallel universe" that we humans tend to ignore and forget about, namely our dream lives, which are every bit as tangible as our waking lives, or at least in my lives they are! Good thread!
Osborne White, Engineer-in-Charge of the Kitty Litter
WMMR / Mysterious Mystic Radio
Topic: Have you ever had a paranormal experience? (Read 3808 times)
