I realized I was dreaming, and I was going around in mom's house and Matthew (brother) was around, and I was experimenting with making myself weightless and even reversing my gravity so I could walk on the ceiling. I did this in little spurts, although I had trouble concentrating enough to keep myself up there for much of an extended period of time. I was doing this in Matthew's bedroom, the kitchen, and the dining room, as well as my room.
Then after a little bit I was in the kitchen, and again Matthew was there, and I realized that with Butterscotch (Matthew's cat) being a cat that he could see me, and I might freak him out a little bit, so I walked up to him (from the direction where the old back door used to be) and he ended up taking off running. Then after that I decided that I wanted to swing on the ceiling fan in the kitchen, and so I climbed up on the table and jumped up and took hold, but I ended up ripping off 3 of the fan blades. I realized that I needed to concentrate on keeping myself light weight, and so I carefully reached up and kept myself light and took hold of the fan blade. It swung me around several times, and then I let go and jumped off.
Soon after that, I slipped into something a bit more dreamlike where I was looking at some sort of plans to clear out ceiling fan vents on the Titanic after it was brought up out of the sea and dried off. After looking at the plans, I was back in my room and I looked up in my ceiling, and there was the fan that we had just looked at for the Titanic. I got some sort of pole or something and started poking around behind the fan blades (which is where the vents went up into the ceiling) and started knocking out the chunks of dirt and mud.
Unfortunately this wasn't the only thing that came down with them. It turned out that several bodies, mostly those of children, were also caked up in the mud, and they started falling out of the vent. I looked up and there were several more up in there, and so I ran out to the kitchen again. After a moment I told myself that it was just all in my head, and when I went back into my room, nothing would be there, not even the dirt. So I went back over and opened up my door and sure enough, there was no dirt or bodies or anything.
I think that this somehow really clued me in to that I wasn't really up and awake, and so after trying the "walking on the ceiling" thing again in my room and the dining room, I went out into the kitchen. I somehow got myself floating up in the middle of the room with my feet facing towards the refrigerator, and I remembered how some people will imagine a strong falling sensation to make their astral bodies "fall" out of their physical bodies. I started to feel that as soon as I thought about it, and at first I stopped it, but I decided to let it go after all.
So I closed my eyes and let myself start "falling" feet first in the direction towards the refrigerator and slightly "up" into the sky. Everything seemed to turn into gray and color speckles sort of like static on a TV screen, and it all went rushing up past me. I kept falling faster and faster, and I even heard a roar in my ears. I'm not sure if it was the "wind" of falling or if it was the blood rushing through my ears, but I could still hear it when I ended up getting scared of what I might see and made myself wake up instead of projecting.
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