The Wake/Sleep Threshold : A Closer Look

October 14, 2019

6am : WBTB

Full seamless conscious shift into my dad’s house. 

I do know I am shifting. I feel myself incubating into it here but there is no other sensation. Sometime later :

I am standing in the kitchen in front of the microwave oven opening a package of sliced bread. The crossover in the data streams of this environment and my own in physical space is causing small little shocks through my system. 

I am what I will call precisely on the verge of full conscious awareness ‘here’ and losing such. I begin : knowing I am standing in dad’s kitchen, looking around the room, feeling the sensation of the field, I am in dad’s kitchen : ( then the crossover in the streams and the little shock ) : why am I up and making breakfast? I am off today : ( then the crossover in the streams and the little shock ) : I am in dad’s house. I am out of body. Wow. I am here at dad’s. I look over toward the bread, pick up the package, smell the bread and take out two slices : ( crossover )  . .

The incoming little shock is shifting my position and I am now upstairs in my room sitting on the floor. Dad walks by down the hallway down the stairs. With the briefest of a side glance at me he asks that I watch him to make sure he doesn’t fall. He at the same time seems to be aware of my fluctuating position ( my instability here. A black dog is in the room with me. Black is my dad’s first dog. but the data stream is saying – he is here. he is mine. he is my responsibility – ( now a significant jolt ) – I have forgotten to feed him. With this I lose total position. I am back to dreaming. I am setting off to find and get food in the dog as fast as possible. dry dog food. deli chicken and beef from the fridge will be faster.

Note: 

 I have never experienced the wake/sleep threshold from inside an additional field this thoroughly before. 

It packs quite a punch.

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