For context, I've never been able to leave out of my own home. I'd always open the windows and admire the beautiful view.
I realised I was dreaming and went upstairs to feel the wardrobe in this childhood friend's house. I made sure to feel the tactile input of wood - the lines, bumps and the whole thing. My awareness increased, clarity also increased. I looked around, wondering what to do. How about... Getting out of a house for once?
"Fly". My head hit the ceiling like a balloon. I could FEEL the pressure on top of my head. I tried again, nothing happened. An idea popped into my head, let's look for a window that's open! I eventually found one in the kitchen on the ceiling. I simply got out and recognised the place immediately, my childhood home area within cul-de-sac. I was overjoyed and happy to finally have gotten out. I was not able to control my flying, I was shot out of earth into distant space, earth so tiny and small I panicked a lil bit "fuk, what did I do now" kinda thing.
It then gets turned into a dream, a rather dark grotty one so I won't go into that detail.
I also have had another OBE (two OBEs in one night is a first for me) but I'd rather not share that one.
Just wanted to share I'm sorta happy I'm making progress, even at a snails pace!