(sorry for writing such a long freakin' book here, but might as well "get it all out" before NR is no more, and I'd be thinking I wished I'd said something more)....
Hi Capitan! I know it sounds weird, but whenever I've had a dream that I'm not in my own body, it's not that difficult to move around. I guess it's not weird to me because it's happened my entire life, so when I began thinking about how to answer your questions, I really had to stop and think one of the experiences through (like when someone's trying to explain how to drive a stick shift). First of all, it's never been a conscious decision... So I don't ever go to bed thinking, "Okay, tonight I want to get inside so-and-so's head." Nope, it's never worked that way for me. I just fall asleep and the next thing I become aware of is being in a very vivid dream and having an awareness of who I am and where I am. You know how you just know who you are and what you look like? Well, when I'm in one of these dreams, I feel all of those things... and then I realize that all of those feelings don't match up with the "me" I know. But as far as moving around or speaking or thinking, I've really not experienced any trouble.. it's always just like moving and speaking in my own body. Sometimes it's like I'm just an invisible observer in the back of their mind. Occasionally, it's more of a 'sharing' experience (like this last one). When 'sharing' the body, I'm assuming that I wouldn't be allowed to take over unless it's in line with the person's own will. With this last dream, when the bimbo was in control, I felt like I was just kind of spacing out, like being in a deep 'alpha state'. When I took over, I don't know if her consciousness would have had the same experience, but we were definitely in the same body without any real 'complications'.
Now, with that said, I've also got to say it looks like Murphy's Law does exist in the astral realms, too.....I've only ever experienced one time that I kind of freaked-out ("kind of" is putting it mildly, in retrospect)... I really hope it was just a dream, because if not, I completely insulted an innocent woman and her sister. I thought I was waking up out of a dream where I was a young male soldier, but I didn't wake up in my own body. I found myself in a quite 'full-figured', middle-aged woman, and for a minute, I thought that was my own body, and I couldn't figure out what was going on. Her sister was nearby, and when I accidentally entered this woman's body, they were just getting ready to go out to the store. I popped in when the woman was in mid-sentence about how she much she liked her new scarf and hat or some such. When I gained 'awareness', I blurted out, "What the F*CK?! This isn't right! I'm not this fat!!" and then her sister said something like, "Margie?! What's wrong, Margie??", and I retorted, "Who the f*ck are YOU?!" Her poor sister became a little hysterical trying to calm 'Margie' down... unfortunately, no one involved seemed to realize what had happened, and because I thought I was zooming back into my own body, I must have 'manifested' in full force. I mean, I really hope that all of this was just a dream. But if it wasn't, I hope that after I left the woman was alright (aka-back to 'normal'). I didn't do anything to physically or mentally harm her (if I did, I would have felt it as if it were happening to me), but I feel horrible that I freaked out like that. I think when I'm in those states, it's my subconscious mind that's really in control. In my waking state, I would have never used such foul language so consistently. Anyway, I finally did manage to wake up in my own body (after turretically dropping the f-bomb a few more times).... I didn't know if I should have laughed or been scared, but I certainly was relieved to be back in the correct body.
I really wish I knew if there was any truth to any of these wild dreams I've had over the years. For all I know, I've just got a couple of synapses that are wired wrong or something! lol! When I was a kid, nearly all of these types of experiences took place 'off planet', and they really were like little adventures. I remember being killed in a war on a planet similar to Earth when I was 7 or 8 years old, and then my consciousness flew up into another being right afterwards. I didn't realize that there was anything weird about it. When I got older and listened to debates about religion, I didn't understand why people were wondering what happens after we 'die'. To me, I'd already seen it first hand, but when I tried to tell anyone, they thought I was joking or told me I was stupid because I didn't know the difference between dreams and reality. After a while, I just stopped trying to tell anyone about it. It wasn't until I was about 19 years old that I was at Barnes and Nobles, looking through the books about UFOs and aliens that I came across a book that had drawings of various aliens that people had claimed to witness. I'll never forget when I began flipping through that book. I got the chills, the kind that creep all the way up to tingle at your cheeks. There were at least 3 'aliens' drawn in that book that were identical to some of my dreams as a kid. Hell, I shared consciousness with a couple of those aliens in my dreams! And there I was, thinking how in the living craptacular can this BE?! These people saw this one in '57 and in a different country.... And the kicker is that this book had accounts from the witnesses describing the behaviors of the aliens, and the behaviors matched exactly with my dreams, too! For a while I thought that these dreams must have been true, but then I got older and opened my mind some more to the other realms of possibilities, and now I'm not sure what is going on. I don't have enough information to be able to even make an educated guess. Did my soul come from some other planet where we could go OBE and share others' bodies at will? Is any of it even "real"? What's real, then? Is it all happening in some astral world...or alternate dimensions...or? Why can't I have conscious control over this 'ability' if it truly is an 'ability'? Will I ever have conscious control, like I dreamed of when I was my future self? I dunno... So I like to read about what other people have experienced and learn about new perspectives and ideas. That's what attracted me to Noble Realms in the first place. Everyone's extremely open-minded and friendly.
But getting back to your post, Capitan, about the demons and the duality of human nature. I agree with what you said, as far as it relates to human psychology and nature. I do also believe that there are 'real' demons out there, though, and they can take over a person's body by force (or maybe it's a kind of dark 'walk-in'?). In any event, I've seen these people... and they look nearly like an ordinary person. I'm sure there are full-blown possessions, like the Exorcist, but the ones I'm talking about are not that 'obvious' (for lack of a better word). Maybe they're not as powerful and still need to rely on the original soul for something (that's a chilling thought). In any event, in that one dream I had that I was in my future self and hunting down these types of 'demons', I was specifically looking for those demonic entities. And when I found one (or thought I'd found one), there was a very bright and powerful blast of white/yellow light that somehow came from me, somewhere from the middle of my body or maybe the solar plexus area. I have no idea how I would even be able to do something like that, but that's what I saw and felt in the dream. When it happened, it felt like I was somehow able to focus all of my intent and will (from every molecule of my body) into one point in the middle of my body, and it was like a charge that built up until it burst forth from the center. In the dream, I 'blasted' a red-neck and a couple of cops who were attacking me, but when I blasted them, there was no effect on any of them.... which I understood to mean that none of them were under the influence of this demon I was looking for. This frustrated my future self immensely, because future me couldn't believe they'd attacked me without reason. You see, the light blast would only destroy a demon, but it would have no effect on a human. Anyway, as comic-book as that sounds, it was all very realistic and took place in a town not too far from where I live but don't frequent often. I also had telekinetic abilities in this dream, too. So... it went something like this.... I was in constant telepathic communication with another person just like me, but they were inside the building and I was outside. We were coordinating our efforts to close in on this demon and gather more intel on a 'bigger fish' we wanted to eliminate. I was outside and trying to get people to a shelter because there was a storm coming, when someone came up behind me. I was able to see (without turning around) a large guy in a flannel shirt and baseball cap in mid-swing with a 2"x4" aimed at my back. It appeared to be in slow motion to me, and I mentally threw the board out of his hand and entered into his mind at the same time. I 'scanned' through his recent memories to see if he had any knowledge of what I was looking for (aka-the demon), and I saw that he did not. I left his body and somehow 'made' him unconscious so he wouldn't come after me again. I kept walking and launched a telepathic 'volley' to my 'partner' who was inside to update him on what just happened. My partner sent me a telepathic 'packet' of information (blueprints, numbers, names, addresses, floor plans and security codes... all things I could store like pictures in my mind and recall later, just as vividly). I was in the middle of receiving this information when I 'felt' three presences. My mind or aura (not sure what it was) was able to sense and immediately identify life forms and organic movement at a significant range. So before I visually saw three men step out of the shadows, I'd already known their positions and intentions. There were two cops that got out of a car about 30 yards ahead of me and another redneck (the other guys' buddy) approaching from about 10 o'clock. The redneck made the first move, but they all moved almost simultaneously. Redneck came at a full run towards me, ready to punch. Cop on the left drew his weapon level at me, so I acted before thinking, eliminating the most serious threat first. I threw a thought at the redneck that knocked him off his feet and he flew up and back, back, back until he hit the side of the building where I 'held' him there, about 20 feet off the ground. My left arm was out, 'holding' him there, cutting off his air until he passed out, but at this point is when I'd blasted them with the bright light because I thought "for sure they can't be acting like this out of their own free will". I was wrong, and frustrated, and my right arm flew up and and I rotated it 90 degrees, and the cop with the gun (his was beginning to pull the trigger) dropped with a broken neck. The last guy (the other cop) unsnapped his holster and went for the walkie on his shoulder at the same time. I didn't want to harm him, so I entered his mind. Now, the sleeping 'me' in my bed let out a loud "HUH!" because when I was in this cop's mind, I felt like I was him. I felt my hand on the radio on his left shoulder, felt the weight of his middle-aged gut (from all those nights of nachos, beer, and football watching), I 'remembered' the day he graduated from the academy, his wife (Judy), his two little girls, his house, worries about his mortgage, his dog, his brother, his job, etc. I took his hands off the walkie and holster and began scanning his memories for anything he would have thought unusual, but that I would have thought of as information on the thing I was tracking, like someone he knew who wasn't acting 'right' or something he thought he'd seen out of the corner of his eye, or anything else that stuck out as 'weird'. At that point, the 'me' in bed woke up and decided I'd had enough. Because I'd been getting up throughout this entire dream-time, trying to stop dreaming this intense thing, but every time I fell back asleep, I'd be right back there, picking up where I'd left off before I'd woken up. That never happens to me normally, so this stood out as significant to me. Also, at one point, I'd woken up because I thought one of my cats was having an asthma attack or something, but when I opened my eyes to look for the cat, I found two of my cats looking right at me with wide, fearful eyes.... I then realized that it was ME who was breathing like a heifer in heat! I've never had that happen to me before, either! That dream was so intense, I felt like I'd just run a mental and physical marathon, and for about an hour after I was awake, my brain felt like more of it was 'active'. It's hard to explain, and I didn't even know that there was anything more to feel from my melon, but it felt like I was hyper aware of everything on a 360 degree viewpoint. It felt like all the regions of my brain were waking and flexing, like they'd woken up after a long sleep. I was hoping the feeling would last, and that maybe that dream had helped to get some synaptic juices flowing in those sleeping portions of my mind, but the feeling went away, and it hasn't come back since.
Woah!.. Helluva a side-track there, but I guess I'm trying to say that I understand the duality of good and evil as it relates to the human psyche, and we all carry our demons with us and deal with our shadows on a daily basis, but I guess my experience with good and evil has been on a more visceral level, if only in my dreams. It's possible that it was all just a vivid playground my subconscious decided to use as a place in which to chase its own shadows, but I have to wonder, what if there's more to it than just symbolic meaning and fantasy realms? At any rate, I think this is the longest post I've ever made, and I'm pretty sure it's the longest it's the longest I ever will make! lol! It's late, and I forgot I was writing this in a post, so I just kept going as if I'd have been typing up a diary entry. If anyone's read all this, you deserve a gold star or something!
"Sometimes I wonder whether the world is being run by smart people who are putting us on, or by imbeciles who really mean it." ~ Mark Twain