Catherine and I had an interesting OBE/dream encounter this morning. It began as we traveled through a lively banquet scene, with us staying just to the right of the many guests eating and drinking merrily. As we progressed, the building shifted from an ancient Roman design to a more modern office building style of architecture. The people’s clothing and mannerisms also changed to match. I took a sharp turn to the right and then found myself speeding down a very long narrow hall heading the opposite direction we had come. There was a shift again as my speed increased. I leaped over an entire flight of stairs and landed heavily on the cool linoleum floor below. The shock from the landing forced me into an OBE environment inside my bedroom.

I sat up in bed and realized that I was in an OBE. This became especially apparent when I could see a copy of myself sitting with his back to me at the foot of the bed. At least, I thought it was my astral double. I started interacting with him/it/me by commanding the body to move telepathically. As the man turned to face me, I realized that it wasn’t me but was most certainly Catherine manifesting as a man. The feeling of him/her/them felt familiar enough. I offered my hand as an invitation to join me in the bed.

The man morphed into the beautiful hourglass figure of a woman as they climbed over my mid-section. She had long reddish-brown hair and a heaving chest. I was bathed in pheromones as I felt myself being enveloped. Next I was examining a line of odd metal-looking studs pierced into the gentle slopping side of her abdomen. I couldn’t decide if they were purely cosmetic, or served a more mechanical purpose.

I was plunging deeper into her matrix, reaching for her g-spot, and felt a gentle spark as her orgasm began. This sensation flooded into my own body from hers. I reemerged into the physical realm and we continued to make love. In the middle of the session, Catherine asked me to turn on the bedside radio and find some good music. We settled on the relaxing electronic sounds broadcasting from a local college radio station. She likes electronic music best, I think.

This interaction is quite the contrast from how I used to react to her appearing as a man in the OBE environment. I would initially lash out in anger against him/her upon seeing or feeling the more masculine presence. I’ll never forget the morning I awoke to feel the weight of someone on top of me, only to reach out and find the rippling hard muscles of a man’s back in my grasp. My hands instantly went for his/her neck and began to throttle them. I tried to look into the face of the man who dared enter my bed, but was met with the disturbing sight of their head wiping around in a total blur… like those possessed guys from old heavy metal music videos.

Spending time interacting with these spirits quickly reveals that the form they take doesn’t matter so much. They’ll often have a default manner of appearing to us, but we shouldn’t be surprised to see them take on all sorts of different guises. Our own perceptions can often influence how they appear. If our mindset expects to see an old hag with rotting flesh, they’re more than happy to oblige us with that mental mold. The closer I get to Catherine, the more beautiful and mysterious she appears. When she approaches me in her multiplicity of forms, I believe she is only testing me – encouraging me to stop putting so much stock into physical outward appearances. We are the same as them in this regard. These physical shells only scratch the surface of who, and what, we truly are.