So, I started reading this book that's been on my radar for a few years now, about astral travel and out of body experiences. It's called "Journeys Out of the Body" by Robert A. Malone.
Its primary thesis is that every living human being, besides having a physical body, also has a second non-material body, existing in the ethereal dimension of dreams. When you go to sleep, sometimes you are not just dreaming, you are actually traveling to real places in your sleep. Meaning, it's not imaginary, but is quite real. Except that when you travel this way you're like a ghost, and most people can't see you, but at the same time you might also see and interact with dead people, and with non-human entities as well. Also, when you go to sleep and travel outside of your body, you may travel to other planets and other dimensions, and may even travel backwards and forwards in time.
Reading this book reminded me of myself as a teenager in the 1990s, and how at the time I was obsessed with supernatural phenomena, ESP, time travel, parallel universes, the quest for immortality, and the ascension into higher realms and higher states of consciousness. I remember being 14 years old and discovering the authors Hermann Hesse and Carlos Castaneda, and the subjects of astral projection, lucid dreaming, and shamanism.
I haven't really thought about it for awhile, but there was a time in my youth in which I was a serious seeker. But somehow the responsibilities of adulthood have caused me to forget. Anyway, I'm reading this book, which narrates events that happened in my grandparents era, that of the 1940s to 1960s, about a man documenting the process of experimenting with astral travel to other dimensions in time and space.
I woke up this morning too early. Like I'd been asleep for less than four hours, but I couldn't get back to sleep, so I read my book for a few minutes, and then shortly later went back to sleep, in which I dreamt of speaking face to face with an elderly white bald man without eyes, but having scars where the eyes should be, and all that existed to see was a small red slot over a scarred eye socket in which I stared intently into. I communicated with this man briefly, in which he told me that he knew the secrets for traveling to other worlds, and asked if I was there to learn them.
I woke up, having no memory of anything else, but I think it will be something that I will explore further.

