Dream or Reality? in Dreams

Entirely the wrong question.

I woke from a dream again last night. My experience was that my daughter was wriggling to the edge of the bed and I moved my self in order to catch her.

As I woke from the dream, I realized that I was moving through something, and I was flowing from my body on the bed to the right, across the bed, and out into the space next to the bed. I didn’t see anything, only felt it. I felt the space, the bed, my daughter, and a current of movement in whatever medium I was suspended in.
But I wasn’t dreaming. I was awake.

I had the experience of my brain in a state of - when you lose your balance and you’re trying to find it again?- when you’ve lost something and try to remember where it is?- when it doesn’t make sense at all what your perceptions are telling you and your brain is just stalled?- somewhere in there.

And, at the exact same moment, I felt a feeling of cool gliding movement, of being in the space on and around the bed, and of a lightness of being. Like cool mist. The place deep inside my brain where I normally associate feeling such things… Is now spread out over a space and diffuse, yet the feeling is far more intense.

I could not see anything. Not like I can with physical eyeballs. Yet as I filled up the space around us, I encountered things- the bed, sheets, the canopy, the crib against the wall. It was a very quick experience (I think) but, I still was mostly concerned that L would fall to the floor from the bed. As I immediately tried to feel for her, move my arms, look, etc, I realized I was not connected to my body. I was totally dissociated from it. But I needed to move it to ensure she was safe, and the time from when I realized I was outside of my body, trying to get back into my body and when I could move it and feel- felt like it dragged on and on. Not at all like the instantaneous * moving* out, almost like shot out.

Finally, I came back and, I knew it could not have more than half a second at most. Yet the time seemed to have to stretched on and on… L was fine. I wondered if she had been wriggly at all.

Even right then, even though I was moving my body, I felt outside of it. I felt beside myself. It was extremely uncomfortable. I tried to gather myself, and felt no difference.
Then I did sort of the opposite; I put all my attention on myself out there and and intended a contraction - like flexing a muscle. And that not only worked but it flipped the extreme discomfort into an almost ecstatic feeling. And I was in my body wholly, again.

I don’t know what to make of it. I’ve had OBE’s before, but none that I felt that I initiated. I clearly had an idea that I needed to remember the sensation and the moment of moving that created it. The pervading atmosphere was that I should remember this. It felt like jumping with feet planted right on top my heart- no thought at all. Just movement. No questions. Just complete confidence that I would move. And an important motivation to do so. I felt that. The motivation is important.