Next 2 sessions in learning to consciously have an OBE:

Well, I'm not sure how to count one. Last night's attempt was going very well until Kitt decided to get up and move around (I'm not sure if it was on purpose ~ that cat has thwarted attempts before, usually with good reason. Still, it seemed to be just normal 'getting comfortable' activity.) I didn't realize until he did move that I had reached that quiet spot where there's no mental chatter. A second attempt for that night simply put me to sleep.

I have noticed that when I practice during the day, everything goes well. Nighttime practice brings up fear and almost panic for some reason. With some effort, I can work through the panic and resulting stress. I need to work on this more and get to the root of the problem.

The second session this morning didn't yield much at all except sleep and some of my normally strange dreams.

One dream ~
I am in a city somewhere, touring an old, old house. There are lots of old grey wood showing everywhere. The house has a strange 'feel' to it. I end up staying in the house for a while with 6 or 7 other people, one of whom is Stephen King (appropriate, eh?) after some strange stuff starts happening. I don't know if we are there to see it, stop it or what.

I walk into the bathroom and there are several people in this very small room. One is a woman who is standing a bit away from the rest (there is plenty of room for all these people, despite the room being very small). I don't know any of them. Suddenly I hear the woman say, "I wish I could get rid of my friends." As soon as she does that, what can best be described as a 'hole' opens up in the air ~ between her friends and the wall. Dozens of nasty, bluish purple tentacles fill the hole and scoop up her friends, dragging them within. The tentacles wave about in the air for a few seconds and retreat. The hole is gone as suddenly as it appeared.

Stunned, (I feel stunned in the dream) I walk back to my group and say, "Guys, it's happened again."

It occurs to me that two things didn't happen: 1.) I didn't particularly freak out during the dream and 2.) I didn't freak out once I woke up. It would have been the most appropriate reaction ~ sheesh, what does that say about me??!! Most people, seeing a giant set of bluish purple tentacles that closely (Hell, probably at all!) would have started screaming their heads off, woke up and kept screaming!

All I could think was how it would make a neat illustration for a Cthulhu role playing campaign.