This morning while hovering on the verge of sleep, I drifted into sleep paralysis and hypnogogic imagery again. I had my laptop on, a couple of meters away from me and the fan triggered impressions of someone vacuuming. I soon understood I was in sleep paralysis, because it was difficult to move and I had no vision. Nevertheless I got slight sensation of movement and forced myself to sit up, still in the dark. I also asked “who is vacuuming?” a bit annoyed (now, that´s deep self inquiry! 😉 ). I got no response and it confirmed even more that it was happening in my mind.
A simple experiential insight: trying to break sleep paralysis by trying to wake up by moving triggers OBE. It´s exactly what techniques are designed to achieve. Relax, get into a “mind awake body asleep” state, get the vibrations going and eventually attempt to move out in one way or another.
A simple, experiential insight: trying to break the sleep paralysis by trying to wake up by moving triggers OBE. It´s obvious but it came as a direct insight which is different than intellectually knowing something. I´ve even done it before but it didn´t hit me like it did just now. It´s exactly what techniques are designed to achieve. Relax, get into a “mind awake body asleep” state, get the vibrations going and eventually attempt to move out in one way or another.
Somehow, I was not trying to have an OBE, only to break sleep paralysis. Or perhaps a little of both, but at a certain point I was not set on the goal of having an OBE.
I demanded vision and it got a little better. I tried focusing on the hands again, but could not see my hands at all this time. I continued to mentally stand up from the sofa. It was still dark. The sensation of movement and having stood up wasn´t all that convincing either. I demanded vision once again, and it got brigther.
I was now beside a sofa in a large room that looked perfect for a yoga class or something similar. In the corner of my eye, to my right, I actually saw someone with a vacuum cleaner but I didn´t give it more attention than that. I aimed for the windows and intended go get closer to them and fly out right through them. Then there was a sense of someone telling me not to fly away. It distracted me and I looked around but saw noone. Instead, in another window, than the one I was aiming for, I saw a small lamp with five or six legs walking on the windowsill partly behind a curtain. The room, windowsill, curtain and lamp was all bathing in warm daylight, and the texture of the lamp and curtain matched with a bright colorful pattern.
Now the vision cleared fully and lucidity spiked and it was all too real to be unreal I thought. Despite knowing I was dreaming I had second thoughts and doubted that I was asleep – but the walking lamp gave it away and I had to laugh out loud. At the same time as lucidity increaed my navigation capability started failing and I started to drift around as if there was no gravity. I tumbled around without control and the last thing I saw before it faded away was ornaments in the ceiling. Still I was in a good mood from the funny lamp and I didn´t mind.
Perhaps the voice (or sense of) telling me not to fly away was an invitation to stay and work on basics?