It amazes me how some dreams can be so memorable that the mind still conjures clear images of them years later.
I previously wrote about the last 3 items, and so now we come to the end of this note page with the “soul leaves body” dream.
I had this dream in my early teens. I saw myself from a first-person perspective. I was dreaming that I was sleeping on my back and then—my soul sat up. It looked how we see it in movies; my soul was a duplicate of my physical body, though see-through and in greyscale.
As my soul sat there and lingered for a moment, my mind went into overdrive. I knew that if my soul detached from my body, I would die. And in that moment I decided I was not ready for that. Through force of will I tugged at my soul to lie back down. At first it resisted, but when it did recline back into me, I awoke with a full-body twitch.
And I’ve never forgotten that image or that feeling.
Since that time, I’ve experienced some sensations that I would classify as ghostly, but I’ve never seen a spiritual form resembling a human figure; rather, I’ve sensed a concentration of energy. And I don’t really believe in a human-shaped soul, but rather a spark of life that departs from the body at death.
But those beliefs (based on nothing but literature and conjecture) don’t shake the memory of that dream.
MUSOFYR 