" i was in my bedroom (opposite side of the house) listening to a Richard Pryor cassette (pre-burn days), I had a dim light on in the room.
My bed had no frame, a mattress on the floor. There was a shelf across my room that held my 5 gallon fish tank. The shelf was just above eye level when lying on the mattress.
My dad's funeral had recently passed. We were still in a state of mourning.
Somewhere in the middle of listening to Pryor and thinking of my dad I drifted off to sleep.
I awoke finding myself staring down to the fish tank.
I thought "Hmm, thats odd, how is it I am looking down into my fish tank?"
I then realized I was hovering above the bed.
I immediately fell back to "earth", ran across my room, out the door opening, and proceeded to slam the door shut!
While slamming the door I took a glance into the room, underneath the dim light was a mist.
I slept in my mom's room that night.
Next day when my mom came home from work, she asked me "What were you listening too last night?" "Some "devil" rock music or something?"
"No" I said, "just thinking about dad"
She went white as a ghost and almost passed out.
Apparently, the same time that she heard me screaming and running through the house, she saw dad sitting in his chair in their room. Dad died of cancer, toward the end he couldn't sleep or lay down because of the pain. He spent most of his remaining nights in that chair while my mom slept, watching over her.
Apparently, even after his death.
Strange, though, I never figured out why she kept that chair, and many years later died it black.
Thats my story.
"Go as far as you can see; when you get there, you'll be able to see farther."