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Trips and Visits. - KimSpirit - 01-17-2015
(I am finding that if one is to wake up, either deliberately via alarm clock or spontaneously, after about 5 hours of sleep, then, returning to sleep, there is a better chance of the dreamer moving out of body for trips to and from other realms. This experience occurred after I awoke briefly spontaneously after about 5 hours of sleep.)
(Continuous theme): My husband arrived, and we were once again at a casino, in a setting not familiar to me. I sat on the right and he on the left, at a bank of slot machines. He gave me $10.00 to play. I put the bill into the machine, and nothing happened. It was a five-line Diamond machine. It looked old and not-functional. I wondered how I could get my money back out of the slot machine, when it transformed. It became a lively electronic machine replete with bells and whistles and special imagery after the wheels spun. I played for awhile, in awe over the imagery. Then, we left. My husband I were transported to his mother's St. Augustine, Florida house (she passed 6/96). We were now living there. We left the truck-van outside and went into the house. I realized I had forgotten something, and returned to the truck at the curb. I got into the truck, and had some trouble starting it. Then it started, and I decided to move it. Suddenly, the scene changed and I was driving to my/our existing property in another Deep South state. I looked out the window in surprise, seeing that for as far as the eye could see, everything was covered in about six inches of snow. And, it was still snowing and icy. I pulled the truck over to park, and had much trouble walking on the terrible ice.
Next Scene: I am in a kitchen not familiar to me. I am baking something in a big, brand new and beautiful stove-oven. My door opens and in comes Vic (still among the living). She is talking a mile a minute. Vic goes into another room adjacent to the kitchen; and I decide to check on the item baking in the oven. I open the door and outside slides my Tres Leche cake, onto the floor, top down. I am aghast. I do not want Vic to see the cake catastrophe, as I had planned to give her some. Also, the cake was to go to another friend, as a gift. I could see the sweetened condensed milk on the bottom of the cake in its clear Pyrex baking dish. I turned the cake up right and saw that it was fully baked. I tried to salvage the cake from its fall, trying to make sure it was not coated with any debris from the floor. It looked fine. I looked into the oven and saw that it was full of books. Who would put books into the oven? When I slid the cake pan in, one end tilted onto the books I had not known were there. When I opened the door, the whole pan had slid out because of this.
I woke up hearing a sing-songy male voice repeating over and over again, "Pop, Pop, Fizz, Fizz, oh what a relief it is." What the heck?