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dolariEver since I can remember, I've always wanted to fly, have an out of body experience, or astral project. Never was able to do it...but I do my best to put myself into a trance or an altered-type-state. I fail miserably every time, but some days, cool funky fresh stuff happens.
Last night, I layed in bed, flat on my back, hands out, legs out. I closed my eyes and began to see flashes of light, going from left to right. Lately I've been seeing more and more flashes of light, either left to right to from center to away. I then got a crystal clear image of a memory that I wasn't sure I really ever had. I still don't know if this really happened or not, but last night it was crystal clear.
Driving in a car with my grandfather, in his old green beat up Chrysler with the bubble wrap seat coverings....we're driving down Nogalitos street and I'm maybe three or four and playing with the door handle. The door handle opens and I fall out, clinging desperately to the seat belt. My grandfather grabs me, yanks me back in and tells me to NEVER do that again.
Despite this nastily scary dream/fact that popped me awake, I still play with door handles. As my friend Erin says "That's my Jenn."
Last night, I layed in bed, flat on my back, hands out, legs out. I closed my eyes and began to see flashes of light, going from left to right. Lately I've been seeing more and more flashes of light, either left to right to from center to away. I then got a crystal clear image of a memory that I wasn't sure I really ever had. I still don't know if this really happened or not, but last night it was crystal clear.
Driving in a car with my grandfather, in his old green beat up Chrysler with the bubble wrap seat coverings....we're driving down Nogalitos street and I'm maybe three or four and playing with the door handle. The door handle opens and I fall out, clinging desperately to the seat belt. My grandfather grabs me, yanks me back in and tells me to NEVER do that again.
Despite this nastily scary dream/fact that popped me awake, I still play with door handles. As my friend Erin says "That's my Jenn."
