I have been doing mindfulness of abdominal breathing and savouring the moment.
Lying on my right, I suddenly realized that I'm in a phase state.
And I didn't have to rub my hands or fingers straight away. I just moved my hands, and the phantom fingers, the phantom arms, were moving quite fast in front of me—easily, effortlessly. I just allowed them, effortlessly. I took my time and rested in it.
And I think I clapped them—clapped my hands together—and I was very glad.
I immediately pivoted around and turned to face my pillow. I slapped my hands down on the pillow and was surprised at how easy it was.
I then immediately stood up on the floor of my bedroom. Everything happened just by intention—purely mind-driven.
And I walked towards the door. It was dark. I turned the door handle, opened the door, and walked out into the living room.
It was already bright, and there was color. It was a festive mood.
Little Darren was standing in the kitchen. He turned and looked at me. He was very young at the time, maybe seven or eight years old, and he looked plump.
He ran towards me, happy to see me.
And there was a lot of furniture in the living room. On the left, little Adrian, also little at the time, turned to look at me.
And I think I touched Adrian. I was surprised that I could feel the solidity of his physical form.
Darren ran to me and hugged me, and I could feel his physical form as well.
And as I turned to continue walking, I felt that the dream transitioned into imagination only, and I was already out of the dream.






