Checking out the scene, I looked around me. I was sitting on a long, back seat of a single-decker coach. To my left sat 2 gentlemen, to my right, just one gentleman; we were all dressed in fine suits, shirts and ties and shining, classy-looking shoes. The three gentlemen sat crossed-legged, looking straight ahead. I sat crossed-legged too, something, owing to short thigh bones, I could never do. I turned to look out of the back window amazed to notice the complete back-end of the coach was actually poking in through a wall of a fish and chip shop, some 6 feet high above a serving-counter below. There was a ginger-haired girl, about 25 years old, racing up and down her side of the counter serving out orders of fish and chips to people walking by the long, front shop window opposite to the back of the coach. She was very busy, and all alone.

"You've got it all to do?" I said to her in a friendly, understanding manner, talking through the glass window as I looked down on her.

"Tell me about it!" She replied talking over her shoulder to me in a similar manner, as If we had known each other for years. "I'm on my own again, having to deal with all the customer's orders." She added, looking up at me as she wiped beads of sweat away from her forehead with a piece of tissue. She was quite a pretty-looking woman, with the usual, pale complexion and freckles most ginger-haired people seem to have.

I turned to look straight ahead, as the coach suddenly started forward and I turned around again and watched in amazement as the back-end of the coach withdrew from inside the fish and chip shop wall onto the road proper not disturbing a single brick as it did so. I looked to my left at the two men sat there, their faces were expressionless. I turned to my right to look at the man sat next to me there who knew I was looking at him, but he totally ignored me. I remember thinking, "Daft sod!"

I looked ahead as the coach gathered speed along a very narrow country lane, which made me feel a little anxious. The coach was gathering momentum, the faster it went, the more anxious I became. The road ahead suddenly spread out wider on both lanes, which gave the effect of the coach slowing down. I noticed far ahead we were approaching a T-junction. I could see vehicles travelling from left and right to left and right as the coach sped towards it. As the point in the road I thought the coach driver would begin to slow down to stop at the junction ahead passed, I realised he was driving far too fast to be able to stop the coach in time. To the right of the junction I saw a low-loader with a triangular-shaped aeroplane loaded on it, pulling a smaller trailer behind that with a miniature version of the same aeroplane. I instantly recognised the oddly-shaped aeroplanes as being those I had seen in a previous dream.

I watched in horror as the coach sped up to the junction proper, then began a violent swerve to the right into the main road just as the low-loader swerved into the road the coach had just left, missing each other by centimetres. The back-end of the coach strained under the pressure as it attempted to straighten off with the rest of the coach causing a tremendous whipping effect, which catapulted me out of my seat and sent me crashing through the glass of the side window to my left. Suddenly, I was flying about 6 inches off the surface of a field at a speed hard to imagine and yet completely composed as the ground below sped by like a blur. I looked ahead negotiating as I flew what seemed like at the speed of light, trees, farm buildings etc, until far ahead, I suddenly caught sight of the outhouse building in the yard of my home. Still at an incredible speed the outhouse was suddenly there, inches from my face. I flew right through the brick wall directly behind which, was my body fast asleep on my bed. I turned instantly to my right and slipped back inside my body just like pulling on a glove, but in an instant of a second! I suddenly sat bolt upright and shouted quite loudly: "Yes! I have just been astral travelling!" It was the most fascinating experience I had ever had. This took place about 4 years ago, and I can recall the event as though it had just happened, so clear and vivid it was, it just simply could not have been a dream. I anticipated from the point I had crashed through the glass window of the coach, to the point where I had entered the wall of my room, I had travelled about a 90 miles in under 35 seconds, it could have in fact, been far less than 35 seconds, on reflection!

I understand a lot of people would not believe my account of my dream as having been astral travelling, a lot of people know nothing of their dreams anyway, but does this make me wrong in my belief?

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