This is my first post on this site, and I've also written it on my phone so I am hoping it makes sense!
My boyfriend and I were traveling around Europe in 2010. We were staying in a hotel in Rome at the time this happened. It has played on my mind ever since.
I woke up in the early hours of the morning and sat up to have a drink, I contemplated going to the toilet but decided I could wait. (I only say this so everyone knows I was awake and not dreaming.) I put the bottle back on the bedside table and looked up. My boyfriend was standing there, wearing his new leather jacket he had bought a few days earlier.
"Honey, what are you doing?" I asked, "We don't have to go anywhere for hours." He didn't answer, he just stood there. I rubbed my eyes and said "Babe, seriously. Get back into bed." Which is when I heard a deep breath being exhaled next to me, my boyfriend was still asleep. I looked from the sleeping boyfriend back to the standing one a few times.
I started to feel a bit frightened at this point so I snuggled back down and into my sleeping boyfriend's chest. Sneaking a look at the still standing there boyfriend before closing my eyes. I can't have been too scared or felt like I was in danger because after a little while I went to sleep.
The next morning I looked where I had seen the figure and there was nothing hanging there that my brain could have misconstrued as him. All of our things were in a suit case or on a chair ready to wear for the next day.
I'm just wondering what it could have been? Does anyone have any thoughts?
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I'm pretty sure what you saw was a vivid manifestation of your boyfriend's out of body experience.
There's a similar incident that had occurred in my family years ago. My parents used to sleep in the middle room in our old house with a window facing a guava tree outside. During hot summer nights, they would keep the window open. One night, my father suddenly woke up and said later that he had felt a need to wake up urgently. For some unknown reason, he was drawn to the window. He was still slightly groggy when he drew the curtain aside and looked outside. And there, standing under the guava tree looking at him was my mother. He tried not to show his shock and hurriedly closed the window, then came and lay back down on the bed where my mother had been sleeping all along.
Next morning he just told her that no window was ever to be left open in our house at night. He told her what he had seen many days later, and since then, we have all followed this rule of his. I used to be shiat scared when I'd think of this story. Then one day a friend after hearing it said, 'Maybe it was astral projection.' That was when it somehow made sense to me.