I'll go over the important details and try to keep this brief. Background is that I've dabbled with meditation and tried astral projection over a decade ago. My mom is alive and we basically have a nonexistent relationship. I had been thinking a bit about my mom the previous day.

Yesterday afternoon I took a two hour nap and had the most insane dream that I can remember. It was lucid and I think there were events happening prior to and after what I will describe in it, but this is what I remember. I'm in my parents room in the house from my childhood. I remember looking at my hands knowing that it was a lucid dream and thinking that something was going to happen if I went into the living room and looked around. I go into the living room and remember it looking as it did from my childhood, and I fall on my knees and am transported I guess to a completely dark realm, kind of like being in deep space, and remember hearing a lot of voices and being in extreme pain. It might have been around here that I heard that my mom died when I was six, not sure. I kept telling myself that I wanted to push on and see what happens. Eventually the voices fade and one of them kind of materializes into a person, and I'm in a room talking to him. I'm still lucid and crying uncontrollably because my mom died, kind of thinking to myself that I don't particularly care for my mother, but also thinking that if she had died when I was a little kid then my opinion of her would have been much different. So I believe this man I'm in the room with is asking me some questions, kind of like a therapist would. When he was finished I was following him around a bit trying to ask him a couple questions, but he was brushing me off saying he had other things to do. I told him I have two questions for him that I really wanted him to answer so he finally decided to listen to me while he was sitting down changing his shoes I believe. The questions that I intended on asking him were what is he, and why am I here. I asked him the first question, what is he. He gave me a baffled look and asked me if I was feeling okay. Based off of that I assumed he didn't know what the hell I was talking about, so I told him that was all I needed to ask. I remember him then telling me that he was going on a jog, so I said I was going on one too and ran off in another direction with the intention of getting more information. That's all that I remember.

When I was in the shower getting ready for work I remembered what I just typed. I was thinking it didn't quite make sense that the therapist-type guy was acting the way he was and why I would be bawling uncontrollably at my mom's death as an adult. But, thinking it over later in the day, I realized that I was assuming that I was an adult while talking to the therapist. If that were a public school counselor and I was a little kid, then this is a believable course of outcomes.

So, anyone have input on what this was? Did I travel to a parallel universe where my mom died when I was 6 and possess myself as a 6-year-old, or is it just one of those wacky well thought out subconscious tricks that my brain was playing on me while I slept?