Christmas Out of the Body Experience

A few nights before Christmas all was quiet in the apartment except for a few ghosts milling about in it Before I went to bed to rest my head I thought of the words of a friend who once said You are not out of your mind dreaming you are wide awake not in your body but another fourth dimension to your self please be kind In the middle of the night came a demanding knock like Ebenezer Scrooge I was in a fright Could it be just the wind or a piece of undigested fruitcake Could it be just my imagination or could it be my very end Not knowing what to do in the situation I find myself walking in my living room furniture was missing and the feeling was ghostly white dead Aunt singing like Ella Fitzgerald in syncopation The dead are here The dead are real Do not be afraid The dead are on the other side-there To the front door I went with much anticipation to the front portal I went with much exasperation But next an orange- red morning sky the sun has risen to my surprise in the same living room now bathe in light adorn like a Christmas greeting card was left on the floor a picture of me which was not there the night before