One night recently,
while in my bed,
I was meditating,
in the supine position. 

As I closed my eyes,
and began to breathe…
Many things happened to me. 

I became aware.
Smoke and miasma.
Clear and focused spirits,
Swirling.
Leaning in, curious,
and whispering.
A pool of hosts.
A woman by my side, praying.
No concern for safety,
I am merely an observer.

After that stage, I must have fallen asleep. 

The next thing I know
I am screaming loudly,
in the middle of the living room. 

My brothers and sisters are not there. 
Gone, too, is the dog that guards the window. 

I perceive myself draped in sheets. 
Though, I do not touch the ground. 
My feet do not exist. 
The sheets are tattered and torn at the bottom. 
I am floating in a cloud of mist. 
In the darkness I see in hues of blues and blacks. 

The thought occurs:
I might wake my mother,
If I keep screaming. 

I decide to go back to bed,
confused as to how I got there. 

I go upstairs and into my room. 

Only to find,
someone is sleeping in my bed. 
I grow furious. 
I poke and prod and finally
pull up some of the blankets…

To see myself sleeping there. 

I was confused and frustrated
but not angry anymore. 

Soon after,
I faded from this vision and,

I awoke in my body.