“I’m floating. Hovering?

I’ve never taken the time to assess what I was doing. Or where I was even? It has always happened this way. The word of a witch prompted me to look for my body.

Nothing was there.

But I was definitely there. Where was there?

Looking up…out? Shades of blue govern the landscape…space?

Where would one fall if it was into that…space?

Trees, maybe, draped in pink caps of translucent material. Creatures like humans and dinosaurs, but I know they are not.

Something important is happening here. I am just tasked with watching.

I just know this. This is what I have always done.“

I’ve always had vivid “dreams” and considered it to be a typical experience, but eventually realized that it wasn’t. I didn’t talk about my dreams often to others. I would always allow them to share first, and after hearing theirs, it didn’t feel like I should offer mine. We were having two very different experiences, but I didn’t have an understanding of why.

For most of my life, my night-time experiences were nightmares. I never watched horror movies. I would joke with myself that I didn’t need any inspiration. They were vivid to the point where I always felt like I was in real danger. The feeling I had in my unconscious state would carry into my waking day and what I had seen and experienced would be converted into memories. I could have created thousands of fantasy and horror movies if there had been technology to read what I had experienced.

The plot lines I appeared in were far beyond this reality. Every time I heard someone talk of their dreams, there were people they knew and familiar places. The storyline was only mildly different from what may have happened in the material world.

The other thing I noticed is that I never had a body. I felt like I was floating in all of these scenes. I was a part of it, but eventually realized that I was not actually interacting much with anyone. I was always watching.

Every few months, I would see something in the material world that I had seen in a dream weeks, months or even years ago. People would tell me it was déja vu, so I stopped sharing when it happened. I knew it wasn’t. I had been there. It wasn’t just a feeling.

After I had a lot of MNRI therapy and began to meditate, my nighttime experiences shifted from being threatening and dark to more neutral. 30 years of double the memories. Memories of an evil presence hovering over me, and typical daytime experiences. There were times when I would have a rare experience similar to what had been happening that day. The experience would immediately be stored as a memory. Then, I would talk to friends based on my new memory, which was often met with confused looks. One time I even scolded a friend for her behavior…but what I had experienced hadn’t actually happened.

The double memories have continued, only now, I’ve learned to harness their power. I finally learned what I had been doing every night since I was a child and why I was so tired during the day (a different kind of tired). I had been gifted with the ability to bi-locate, or more.

Bi-locating is the ability to be in two places at once. To experience your consciousness in more than one…place. It isn’t a place exactly. Reality is a better word. This is something you can do from a conscious state, but I haven’t yet translated the skill. For now, I can ask for information or help sorting my subconscious fears, and my night-shift takes care of it for me.

I’m learning a lot, and this is my understanding of what is going on as of now. I’ve heard so many theories on dreams, but only this one has made sense so far for me. Even as I write this, I know I’ve been here before writing this post. I’ve seen it and felt it.