Possible Mini Shift?

Experienced on the night of February 19–20, 2024 with the script "superflat"

copied from my Tumblr post:

I placed my script underneath my pillow. Last-minute research informed me that it might have been wise to put affirmations and stuff on it, but I didn't want to do that just before going to bed because I was tired.

I also learned that the pillow method is less of a method, and more of an enhancement of whatever other method you choose. I looked through a couple methods, and the commonality appears to be that you have to drill into your own head that you are inside your DR.

And so I assumed a supine position and attempted to imagine with all the ability that I could muster that I was lying on a flat plane of grass instead of my own bed. Now obviously, grass and beds feel different when you lie on them, so I then started to imagine that I was on a tarp of some kind, and that the springiness of the mattress was because I was on especially springy grass. I had to further deviate from my script when I simply couldn't imagine where the darkness of my room could fit in a world that was at noon.

So I sort of gave up, and focused my attention on entering the so-called "void state," in which the physical sensation of my body is numbed. I felt pretty certain, as I was sure I had memories of being in such a state previously.

I imagined myself dissolving, feet first. I could feel tingling and then numbness in my feet, then my legs. It got stuck at my knees for at least a minute or so but I was able to will it to keep going. Eventually it consumed all of my body except for the top half of my head. Then it got stuck again. It was late, and I figured that I probably wasn't going to be able to do anything, so I resolved to just go to sleep and try again tomorrow.

I rolled over onto my side, and then I got the idea to reach my hand under my pillow and physically touch the piece of paper that I had written the script on.

Suddenly, with striking clarity, I was lying flat on my stomach on my bed in my room. A phone, which I understood to be mine but was a different type than the phone I possess in this reality, was lying, turned on, on my pillow. I was able to interact with it, and I experimentally opened up my contacts, only to see one: a person saved as "Steven" who, from the context I gathered from what little of our text conversations I was able to read, I was close friends with.

I don't know quite what it was. Maybe the 5 minute clause was preserved. Either way it quickly went away, and I was back on my side.

My dreams afterwards were restless, and the night felt long. I don't think that's because I possibly shifted, I just have nights like that sometimes.