How was the thing sbout the room? What did your friend describe? S/he hadnt visited the room previously? Did s/he describe someing you usually do at that hour or some action you did that could not have been easily guessed by knoown patterns?
Here is exactly what happened -
I was working as a nurse in a psychiatric hospital (1975). I was living in the male nurse dormitory. My friend (Kerry) had never been there, nor had I ever described the room to her.
I finished a shift at 11 pm, and went to my room. I had a small hash spliff ( I report this for the sake of completeness), and sat on the floor beside my bed to play my sitar.
I began thinking about Kerry while I played. ( I was besotted with her
). I had no unusual experience myself, just a nice improv session and warm feelings toward Kerry, and then went to bed.
I had a 7 am start the next morning. Just before 7, while I was having a coffee in the ward staff room, I was told there was a phone call for me. It was Kerry. As soon as I answered, she said "What happened last night ?". I had no idea what she meant. She told me that she had visited me in my room, and had a drawing to show me (she is a very good artist). She wanted to see me asap.
That night, I rode to her house (about 20 miles away). She showed me the drawing she had done of my room, and told me where I was sitting (she knew I was playing sitar). She was particularly aware of where the mirror in the room was. She also had a query about whether there were mirrors on the main wardrobe doors.
In fact, the wardrobe door handles were convex polished metal. Kerry explained that she was always freaked out by mirrors when she was out of her body - I think that was because having no reflection was unnerving to her, if I remember that detail correctly.
She told me that she went to bed just before 11pm, and just as she was dozing off, she 'felt a tug' and lifted out of her body. She passed through her roof, and flew across town. She saw a large collection of buildings and entered one, and saw me in my room.
This sort of thing was not so unusual for her, she had many out-of-body experiences.
On one other occasion, she returned from a weekend trip in the country, and told me that she could hear my sitar playing echoing around the valley (100 miles away) on Saturday morning. At the time, I was giving an impromptu performance for some friends who had requested it. There was no way she could have known that. No plans had been made, and the people I was with were not part of her social group.
It was all probably a dry-cleaning bag filled with helium. :areyoucra LOL
Now, Doors will probably start telling me that I am a believer of irrational nonsense, but I had, and have, no idea how either of those experiences happened. I was not seeking any such experience, nor do I have a belief system about such experiences.
But they happened.