OBE..Out of Body Experiences

Let me see if I can TRY and explain this as in the best way I can.

I mentioned in my last post that I wold talk about..something. That something is OBE, Out of Body Experiences. Bear with me.

For YEARS..I have been having these experiences. At first I couldn't understand it, them. I would wake up kind of exhausted, like I've been traveling on my feet for the last 24 hours. Then something..things began to come into place. First example..

I had broke up with a woman who I've cared for in a way that I thought and still to this day considered it love. The weeks following the break up, I kept having these dreams..her and I just happened to meet on 125th Street, in Harlem. One day I was with a male friend in my neighborhood and he mentioned to me..'isn;t that your ex girlfriend heading this way. I turned around, and there she was. We talked and she went about her business. Then, the dreams became more frequent with her. One day, I'm standing on 125th Street reading The Village Voice..have the paper up in my face and some one stands VERY close to me, it was her. I took the paper away from my face and said hello. She was shocked, I could see something in her eyes. We talked again for over an hour, and then we both went about our business.  Years go by..more dreams, but this time I kept having the same dream. We past each other at this certain location on 125th Street..just past Metro North heading towards The Lexington Ave train station. The one day, while I was leaving Metro North Station, I thought of her, looked up and she was heading in my direction with a guy. We past each other, said hello but kept walking. We got about 4 car lengths away..and we both turned around..walked back towards each other. She gave me her number and said to call her..SOON. I didn't, and left it at that. I continue to have these dreams about her though. Example number 2..this gets weirder.

I keep having these dreams about my days and times while I was in the Army. About 5 dreams when I was in Germany..my old unit..dreams in color..the color of red. I was in Artillery, so red is the color for artillery. But the dreams I was having about Ft. Jackson... The dream consist of me leaving, walking down the rod leading from the movie theater that was only 2 blocks from the barracks. The color of the buildings..the bright sunlight of the day..the quietness of that day. Another dream..driving down this street on Ft Jackson..another quiet day. The area, back then, the rad headed out thru the Main Gate..a slight hill. Same thing..bright day, heat. Saturday I visit Ft. Jackson..and after some time, I found myself on both of those same roads. I was driving at the time, and I pulled the car over and just sat there thinking about my dream. Everything as in my dream back then was happening RIGHT THEN and THERE.

I have had plenty of experiences like those mention..different situations and I'm just waiting for them to appear and happen. Makes me think though.