Through the Wall of the Bedroom

This happened last week. I put the main points in chat and was asked to post it.

I woke up early Wednesday morning, gulped some coffee, and started recapitulating the day before.  We recently had a death in the family, and I've been making it a point to recap each day as best I could, and the prior day was loaded.

I was sitting with my legs crossed and my back against the bed, eye mask on, eyes open.  During the recap, I had good control, targeted specific events without skipping around much, and made an effort to silence my dialogue.  

Halfway through the day's recap, I found myself interacting by doing head sweeps and intensely staring at a flat pink/black puff.  I remember staring at it hard with each head sweep, my gaze was energizing it, realizing I was using a lot doing this, and that I needed to get it right or else it'd be a waste.  There was a constant loud whooshing noise.  

In the bottom right corner of my field of vision, a yellow thick outline of a square with diagonal black lines through the color appeared.  When I saw the square, I said out loud, "Let's go!" Shortly after, I was sliding forward across the carpet in the room and through the wall.

After going through the wall of my room, I was flying through space, passing what appeared to be galaxies.  I was excited to report back on the experience, realizing I was thinking too much; I intended to be silent. I knew I was intending in the second attention.  When I felt uncomfortable, I intended to remain calm.  I was sitting on something and being taken through the universe, and I couldn't see what it was.  I remember wishing I learned more about astronomy so I could identify what I was seeing.  Then I started to feel some fear and was aware of a transition.  All of this felt extremely real. I was thinking and talking clearly throughout the flight.

**Marking this as a spoiler because it might be triggering - Dream & Death stuff**

>!I found myself on a world similar to ours, staring at a sun that was more yellow.  Then I was with my wife (it sounded like her, I don't remember what people there looked like), and we were going through my dad's stuff at his place; he was gone there as well.  Instead of a residential home, it was an apartment off a main street. I started helping and got sucked into what was happening there.  My wife and I went to a hotel for the night. I recall the trip there, using the restroom, and going back to his place.  We were making breakfast plans, then I realized and remembered where I came from.  I wondered what would happen to me if I didn’t go back.  I remembered Carlos's story and got scared that I couldn't return because I'd been interacting in this place so intensely.  I thought to or wrote 'home' on my right hand between my thumb and index finger.  I tried to come back and couldn't, then got distracted and forgot again.!<

When I remembered again, I sat down with my back against the wall, and did head sweeps, and intended to come back.  After a short while, I was back in my room, still sitting upright in a sweat, eyes open, gazing at blue splotches floating in front of me.  Looked at my hands, checked the time (35 minutes), took a few minutes to collect myself, realizing I missed my wife from over there, it sounded and acted like her.  Then I dumped my notes in the chat.

After I wrote the main points.  I did my daily passes and sat to gaze.  During passes, anytime I stopped to think about what had happened, the room would 'pop' loudly; it happened at least three times.  I felt it was important to put myself back together after what just happened. The popping isn't new, but it was more intense than usual. The rest of the day, I was in a daze. It took me until four or five in the afternoon to wake up.

I really feel that I could have stayed there if I wanted to.  I've had experiences similar to this, but never so pointed and related to what was happening here in my life.