When I was 16, about 25 years ago, I woke up floating above my body. I thought I was dreaming and started thinking ‘down’; I floated down. I thought ‘up’, and floated up. I repeated this a few times and then became aware of my cognition. I looked around the room, looked at myself sleeping and became accutely aware that I was not dreaming. At that point I had become afraid and felt my heart racing due to my discovery. Then, zip…back into my body.
In the morning my mother told me I was dreaming. I was sure it was real and dreaming was a remote possibility. With time, I’m afraid this has been reversed and now that it was real has become a remote possibility.
I became a skeptic mostly because of the few times I mentioned this, somebody always chimed in with, "Oh yeah, I do that all the time’ with just too breezy a manner. I mean it shook me up. The possibilities. Well, was I dreaming? Were you dreaming?