From the journal: 2/14/1990
> I am lying in bed trying to get to sleep when I become conscious of my astral body starting to free itself from my physical body. The vibrations this time are strong. After a little while of this, I sense the presence of a helper of sorts. I feel that his looks are that of a friendly young man. [He appears to be] thirty-five or so, with a very thick full beard (brown hair) but at the same time I don't see him very clearly. His image keeps fading in and out. He is very friendly though and I feel that he is here to help.
[The guide] got my legs free first by getting me to bring my astral knees up, and then I started to get the familiar sensation of being in two places at once. At first my twin centers of consciousness felt to be very close, but gradually they grew farther apart until I could see my body lying on the bed. I then wanted to see someone and concentrated on Tom. I don't know if I was successful there or not, but I know that a woman acquaintance of Kitty's saw me. Her name was "Judy". She became very excited when she saw me.
The spirit guide stayed by my physical body, I think, because that's the only place I remember clearly sensing him. I came back into the building (after having been out, but where?) via the stairwell. [I] zipped up all the steps (3 flights) mighty quick and then up the stairs to our loft bed. As a result [of my speedy ascent] I got the fleeting impression that our bedroom was like a bed on top of an escalator.
For me, the part that was so beautiful was that it was so obvious that "Michael" was from God and here to aid in my spiritual development. I kept sensing his, Michael's, nudging presence from time to time, letting me know if what I said was right or not, directing me where to go, etc. At some point, probably when this group conversation started, I feel that I was in a dream state.
I felt Michael nudge me to go to this particular bar in a rundown section of New York City, or a large city. I went in wondering if I was supposed to order a drink. The idea repulsed me but I considered doing it because I thought that may have been behind Michael directing me into the bar. Finally I realized that I just couldn't do it and instead told the ghost of a bartender that was hanging around that I was going to help him ease his conscience about having been a bartender for the last ten to twenty years. He agreed, so I made his liquor stock disappear from the store. I then directed him to seek out and aid, in whatever feasible manner, all the drunkards he could find. He was grateful for the help. He immediately left the premises in order to begin his new work.
Thank you for sharing these. I appreciate what you're doing. A couple questions if you care to answer: in addition to the meaningful ones, do you have dreams that seem nonsensical? Also, did you always have great recall of your dreams? Mine fade so quickly.