
There is a girl in the room. I become aware that she is a figment of my imagination. An empty thought mirage. I try and connect with the dream/AP itself and I began asking for guidance within this strange experience. I tried to maneuver like I usually would in an astral projection but it was not working out. So I began maneuvering like in an OBE and it was just too real. I then realize that my thoughts were getting the best of me when I started to imagine my wrist bone popping out of my skin, but in this lucid dream/AP I have such control that I immediately reverse the thought and action.
I gathered some courage and stomped out into the balcony to see what i could do about it. I thought of using my technique of jumping off a building to break into a full AP but I can feel the metal rail of the balcony and it was so real that i could not do this. I have done this so many times, but this one was way too real. I then looked down and see fog, trees, and strange vintage cars racing by. I begin to wonder if it is actually real life. The view was a bit different from the view in my waking reality though. I begin to yell out into the street at the experience/energy itself when suddenly I realize, I am astral projecting with my whole apartment. I have heard of astral projecting with the clothes or sheets, but my whole apt?
The weird realization that followed was that I was my apt and myself at the same time. We were one. As soon as I began realizing this, the balcony began to lose shape and flop down. I tried to hold onto the seperation thought (that I am not my apt) in order to keep the solid balcony but it only worked for a bit. I snapped back to waking reality and was reminded about the Tibetan story told by an Indian guru where he ran into a group of monks that are capable of moving things telekinetically by becoming their surroundings through intense meditation/belief. He was not prepared to witness such powers or this level of belief/thought control, so he fled.