Memories of Earth

March 1, 2010 at 2:24 pm Leave a comment

Source: Out of Body Experiences: How to Have Them and What to Expect

[This] experience happened when I was a little older, perhaps 14 or 15. I used to have playful wrestling matches with two other boys.

One day we were talking about wrestling, and got on the subject of the world-famous wrestling hold called “the sleeper hold.” The hold would knock an opponent out by cutting off blood circulation to the brain. Anyway, we all wondered what it would be like to be knocked out. FD was the strongest of the three and the third boy was afraid, so I agreed to let FD knock me out with a bear-hug.

We went outside and he gave me the strongest bear-hug I’ve ever experienced. I couldn’t breathe and soon became unconscious. It was like waking from a dream; this world was a dream and I awoke to a reality more real and vivid than this world is. I saw the illusion of this existence on Earth dispelled! It faded away and I didn’t regret it. Soon I found myself in the “real” world in a huge city that I already knew.

My memory seemed to return—Yes—I had gone to sleep and dreamed of a little place called “Earth” and now I was awake. “That was a silly dream” I thought, and I soon forgot all about “Earth.” I continued my life, just like before I fell asleep. I lived in that fantastic city for years and years—centuries it seemed. I lived there so long that I COMPLETELY forgot all about Earth. For hundreds of years I had forgotten Earth. If someone was to ask me about it, I couldn’t remember, since it happened so long ago.

Then one day I was walking to a store. Suddenly a confusing loss of direction hit me and I felt myself falling. Suddenly I opened my eyes only to see strange leaves, the sky and FD and the other boy looking at me! Where was I now? How did I get here? What happened? Then I remembered: Hundreds of years ago, I fell asleep and found myself here. This place was called “Earth” and was a part of a weird dream. I must have fallen asleep again. Slowly my Earthly memory returned. I asked the boys how long I had been unconscious. They said only a few minutes. They asked me what happened, and I told them I didn’t want to talk about it.

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