Out of Body Experience

From: Mayon (mayon.jeans@gmail.com)
Story type: OBE
Location: My bedroom at my parents house
Source: Form Submission

I've always had dreams where I felt like I was actulay there. I'll dream about an event that I have to attend the next day, and I'll go to it and get senses of deja vu.

It happen when I was a freshmen in high school.I'm 22 now and I will never forget it. My mother past away when I was young. Eight years old to be exact. I came home from school around 4 or so. I think I had some kind of student body fuction I had to attend. I think it was for the homecoming dance. I was wearing my yellow sweater vest from abercrombie, a long sleeve shirt under it with olive corduroy pants. I remember listening to music and doing some school work when I decided to take a nap.

I dreamed about my father coming home from the airport. He went to pick my mother up. My mother came through the door with 2 suitcases. One in each hand. She was wearing a white dress that I've seen her wear in wedding photos of her and my father. She made it herself. I've owed it since she passed away 14 years ago. It hangs in my closet.

I was in the kitchen on the phone. Our kitchen has two doorways. One faces the front door of the house and the other leads to the dining room. I grew up in a split entry house, so when you came through the front door you had to walk up a half a flight of stairs.

I watched my mother walk through the door. As soon as she walked in I made eye contact with her. My father continued to walk up the stairs and into the dining room. My mother followed him up the stairs and walked straight into the kitchen with out breaking eye contact with me. She put her suitcases down, walked up to me, held my face and told me that she loved me. I wrapped my arms around her and told her that I loved her too. And then I woke up.

The funny thing was that the entire time I was having this dream, I was watching myself. I was there, but I was watching myself. What's wierd too is that even though I was watching myself it felt as if I was living it too. When I was in the kitchen on the phone I swear I could feel the phone in my hand, but could see myself holding it at the sametime. Same thing when I was talking to my mother.

I called my uncle the very next day to tell him about my dream. He said that it was my mother telling me that she's okay and that she does love me. I cried. I was so happy to know that she is watching me and letting me know that she cares. I miss her. I hope she comes to see me again soon.