I woke up around 4 am and decided I was going to attempt to separate from my body. As I relaxed, a hypnagogic voice told me to buy my wife a car (my wife doesn't even have a licence). I thought that if I'm just gonna have a voice giving me silly advice when I'm trying to have an OOBE then I might as well fall asleep.
But then, it occurred to me to gently get up in an attempt at an OOBE-type exit. I did it but I was blind and immediately fouled (returned to the body against my wishes). Now I was feeling like I'd been given a dose of nitrous oxide, and, after a few seconds I separated again.
Again, blind, but I could feel the bed frame with my hands. I began to rub them and succeeded in manifesting vision. I began to intensify the lucid dream world by performing sensory amplification feats. The hallway environment lutside my bedroom was well lit but the colouring was dull. Something peculiar: even the walls and the ceiling were carpeted and the texture was like that of a bathroom matt.
I could hear myself breathing heavily and getting ready to enter the rippling mirror before me - my magical entrance to my workshop. I hesitated for a second. Do I enter the mirror now in order to see a manifested idea for a painting in the gallery of my workshop or do I check a deck of cards in my room to do an experiment?
I chose to head for the mirror...
On the other side of the mirror I found a slightly dark room and an Oriental boy stood before me. He looked about 8. By now, my memory had suffered. What was my plan? The boy approached me, held both of my hands and said: "Arlindo, where do you wish to go? We can go anywhere at all," and I replied, "Chinese boy, I can't remember my plan." At this point we are holding hands and slowly spinning. The boy continues: "You must be quick because my energy is low and I'm getting tired." I replied, "Chinese boy, wait, I'm trying to remember..."
Then, I could see the boy's frustration. "Arlindo, you're making me angry, we haven't got much time," and in a eureka moment, I replied, "I got it, Chinese boy, the painting..." - but it was too late and I fouled.
While I lay in bed I felt that I could pick up where I left off but decided to get ul and write the exlerience down. The "Chinese boy" puzzled me. I told my wife and she reminded me that we had watched Dirty Sanchez with our mates before bedtime. In the episode, the nutters were kissing lady boys. Funny how my wife interpreted where the boy in my lucid dream came from.
He was a "boy", Oriental looking like the lady boys in thailand, and his hair was like a lady's. Lucid dreams can be funny sometimes. LOL.[ Post made via Android ]