Astral Projection

In your waking mind you exist in what you believe is truth But in the night you travel between worlds Only but briefly, touching other realities While your body slumbers, your mind drifts far away You've been to other worlds But you can't remember Traveling at night on the astral plain The reason it seems so real is because it is Other versions of yourself who live and die Parallel realities only accessed by unconsciousness Different universes, different paths