This time I write it.
It was late, I was in bed trying to sleep, my bedroom completely dark, my eyes closed, I turned my body to the left, some time after that a circular opening grew in the middle of the darkness, large enough, and there was something on the other side. It wasn't much of a tunnel, and I never saw my body, yet I was taken to the other side like something grabbed my head or vision and there was no other choice but to experience this. On the other side there was a room, wasn't big, didn't look modern, don't remember any windows, looked maybe rounded at the back, or there was something there, it was some sort of dirty white or very light brown, can't remember the ground, there was a surface similar to a table, or it might have been elevated ground with a table behind it and then the wall with some space in between, but I never saw the left or right or behind me, I was close and above that flat surface or table, and on it there were papers, 2 or 3 stacks of papers but not too many, and maybe a large paper in the middle or a few. Then my face was placed closer and inclined to the center of the flat surface, and a paper was placed in front of me, it was too close, I could only move my eyes, it had long lines and shapes on it, like a mostly flat elongated different sized triangle or curved lines growing smaller and longer on the right side, with something under it, or could have been some words under, it happened too fast and was too close, then papers started being lifted and some would stop in front of my face, nothing was holding them, always too close, in control of my eyes only also remember papers being lifted from those 2 or 3 stacks at an alarming rate, they were being lifted on their own and like, disappearing, some more flashing or stopping in front of me, but I can't possibly remember what was written or drawn on them, it happened fast. The feeling I had while all this was happening was very clear, I was somehow taken and forced to experience this, it came to me, I didn't do it, but there was never a bad feeling, it felt very unique. After the papers were all lifted and disappeared or stopped moving, I was facing forward looking at the room again close to the table, then I was pulled back through the short wide enough tunnel in the middle of the darkness, then I was outside of it again, the circular opening closed and there was only darkness again, soon after I opened my eyes, my bedroom was completely dark, and nothing had changed, the end.
This unique experience felt like it lasted 25 or 30 seconds only, but even if it was the most realistic experience I ever had with my eyes closed, it feels details are missing, or was it too fast for me to notice what I was looking at? I'll probably never know, but I'd like to.
On other occasions it was something else I saw, but never this realistic, and this was an incredibly rare thing that happened to me. But these experiences are barely more than 1, and go away quick. When I close my eyes and try to imagine something in great detail, it vanishes after a while, this experience was vastly superior like nothing else I can remember. Other experiences were forgotten because I didn't feel the need to write them, but still, this one was the best. I am absolutely certain it wasn't my imagination, or a dream, absolutely certain, I wasn't doing anything but trying to sleep thinking of nothing, when this experience came to me.
Makes me wonder how much of a connection is possible to establish with the mind, what it really is, and how can I connect to it, while I believe there's the possibility of connecting to the mind in an almost unbelievable way, to see and discover beyond that which the common daily human sensorial experiences limit me to, I don't know how. This really isn't something coherent enough to properly write about.
I only wrote this experience because it was something unique, and a mystery as to what it really was, after searching the internet, only found 1 other person with a similar experience, many years ago.
