I awoke alone and didn’t know where I was at. The room was dark, and I felt confused like a drowsy toddler, stumbling about the room. My body still lies on the bed.
“Am I a ghost or what?” I said to myself jokingly. “I feel like a pair of eyeballs peering at the entire room.”
It was an unusual start for my day. Very unusual.
“How can I be here but my body over there?”
No one was upstairs with me. I was all alone, except for my dog who was strangely sitting in a corner, whimpering repeatedly. Despite the fate I found myself in this morning, I felt alright. There was no pain and I felt light and sort of new. I could see. I could hear, and my mind was sharp, so sharp that it soon began panicking.
“Did I die?” I wondered.
I did not know the answer to that question. If I was dead, why was I very much alive? It could be that I am simply in an odd predicament within a dream. That’s happened to me before, many times. I’ve heard of out-of-body experiences, so perhaps that’s what’s going on with me.
“I must be dreaming.”
I pinched myself, or so I thought. Then, I realized I didn’t pinch myself at all. I mean, I felt the pinch, but I did not see my hands. In fact, I cannot see any of me at all. No arms, legs, chest. My body is over on the bed. I felt weird, different.
“Yeah, that’s right. My body looks lifeless, so how did I pinch myself?” I reasoned. “Freakin’ odd!”
“How do I figure out if I am trapped within a dream or an out-of-body experience? Worse yet, what if I really died?”
More fear set in. I decided I needed to quit messing around while there’s still time. If my body has died, I need to find somebody who will check it. Perhaps, someone can wake me up out of this stupor or maybe find help to rescue me if my body has expired. Time was wasting away. Now, I was frightened.
I tried to move from the bedroom to the downstairs living area, but I found it difficult to navigate. Having no legs, I didn’t know how to move. The ceiling seemed to be the only thing holding me in the bedroom. My back was against it as I helplessly stared at the floor. With some effort, and I guess strong intention, somehow I began moving out of the bedroom and into the hallway. I didn’t walk. I hovered, I guess, gliding along the ceiling and light fixtures.
Hearing no sounds of life, I figured my family must be downstairs, maybe still eating breakfast. Gradually, I levitated toward the stairwell. I was getting better at this. At least now, I was right side up. It took some practice, but I eventually made my way down the stairs and into the kitchen.
(To Be Continued…)