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I Thought It Was A Dream

Kayla Nasco, OR, USA
July 2007

When I was about 7 or 8 I lived with my mom and little brother in a small trailer park in Dundee, OR. My mom had a lot of friends, and she and my uncle would sometimes have parties on the weekends. These were the weekends that my brother and I had to go to bed early.
Since we shared a room and I am older, I got the top bunk of our bunk- beds. We didn't have a clock in our room, but judging by the absence of light out the window, I would have to guess it was either 12:00 or 1:00 in the morning when I woke from a deep sleep. I went to the center of my bed and just sat cross-legged, staring at the wall on the opposite side of the room and listening to the party in the living room. After a while, I started feeling weird, like numb. Almost like when your arm falls asleep. Then I started to get scared, almost as if I were higher off the ground than I should have been. I know this feeling as I'm scared of heights, so I looked down to reassure myself that I was still sitting on my bed. I wasn't. I was floating in the middle of the room! Then, without trying, almost as if I had just willed it, I started turning around and I saw myself, still sleeping, facing the wall. Now if this wasn't scary enough for a small child, I noticed that I was moving. I turned towards the door, and floated down the hallway.

The way our place was set up is that the hallway ran into the kitchen, and you had to cross through the kitchen to get to the living room. I kept floating until I hit the end of the kitchen floor, where the tile turned into carpet, then I just stopped. Almost like I couldn't go any further than that, I'd hit a wall. So there I was, floating in the kitchen, watching my mom and uncle party with their friends. I tried to get their attention, will it like when I turned around in my room, but I couldn't.

After what felt like hours, I got a weird feeling in my stomach, like someone had grabbed me and was pulling me backwards, only it was coming from inside. I tried to stop, but I couldn't, I just sped up. The next thing I remember is waking up (it felt like instantly) only it was morning. I thought "Wow, that was a weird dream." So I climbed down, and went into the living room. What I saw, I still can't explain. It was like walking back into my dream. People were still sitting where I saw them, and with the exception of some extra beverage cans, everything was in the same place. I mean, if I had stood on a chair and looked into the living room, it would have been identical.

After this happened, I was too afraid to tell anyone, and had eventually forgotten about it. But a few years later when I was 10 or 11, I read a book that I had checked out from my school library. It was a mystery about a crystal dog sculpture that had gone missing and a mysterious shadow that could walk through walls. At the end of the book it started to explain that certain people can leave their physical body while sleeping. Some even travel miles across the country and can describe in detail the place that they've visited. I started to remember my 'strange dream' and thought that maybe I'd done this. The people that the book talked about couldn't do this at will, but it happened often.

Unfortunately it hasn't happened to me since. Although, I wish it would.

Kayla Nasco, OR, USA
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