A Dream? or Something More?

I am normally a skeptic about this sort of thing, but I had an...experience last night.  I keep wanting to say that it was just a dream, but it seemed like no dream I've ever had before.  It seemed to last too long, and it was too real.

I live in the middle of the United States.  Nebraska to be exact.  However, last night, I traveled to King's Cross Station in London.

Before going to bed, I had been watching a show on National Geographic called "Seconds from Disaster."  It was about the fire that had devastated King's Cross Station in London years ago.  I went to sleep almost immediately, which is unusual for me.  I generally have a hard time falling asleep, and I wake up numerous times during the night.  It was around 1:30 am when I fell asleep, though I did not realize that I was asleep....if I was asleep.

I closed my eyes, and when I opened them again, I was standing in the middle of a crowd in a place that I had never been before.  I was extremely disoriented, and everything seemed very fuzzy and out of focus.  I had a hard time concentrating, and couldn't make out faces or any sort of detail.  Getting a little alarmed, I began to walk behind a couple, concentrating on them.  As I concentrated on them, details began to emerge.  They were wearing black punky clothing with buckles and fishnet.  They both had extreme haircuts, and the girl was wearing platform boots.  After getting them into focus, I began to look around, and the world was brought slowly into focus.  I thought I was in an airport at first, but then I saw a sign that said "King's Cross Station."

I remember thinking, "Well, I'm dreaming," and I continued to follow the punk couple up and out of the underground.  They led me to some sort of viewing platform.  It reminded me of the platforms you see that go over the water on a beach, only I wasn't at a beach.  I sat down on a bench, and waited.  I didn't know where I was, had no money, and had no idea where I was.  After a few minutes, a young man approached me.  He was around my age, though I believe he was a little younger, because he mentioned he was in college.  He said that I looked lost, and I confessed that I had no idea where I was.  The man gave me kind of a non-believing look, and told me that I was in London.

At this point, I kind of had a melt down.  I was saying that there was no way I could be in London.  That I was supposed to be sleeping at home back in America.  He asks, "You are an American?"

I assured him that I was, and the man decided to take me back to his 'flat' (he kept correcting me when I called it an apartment) until we could figure out what to do.  I remarked as we were walking back to his flat, that this was going on way too long to be a dream now.

Back at his flat, he said that he would cook me something, but when I looked in his fridge, I saw that there was nothing in there but some hamburger buns and a carton of eggs.  I laughed, and told him that he had the refrigerator contents of a college boy, but that the apartment was very clean for a bachelor.

This is where things start to get a little fuzzy again.  I remember telling him that if I'm not there in the morning, not to worry, that I probably made it back home somehow.  I remember very clearly that at this point he said, "Please just remember that this wasn't a dream."  He sat me down to watch some tv while he got some dinner.  Everything went out of focus again as I was watching the tv, and the next thing I know I am opening my eyes back here at my home in Nebraska.  It was 11:00 am.

I keep trying to write this off as a dream, but everytime I try, I remember thinking about how long this 'dream' had been going on....and I remember the man telling me not to think that it was a dream.

I have heard of astral projection/out of body experiences before, but can you interact with other people while having one of those experiences?  That is the main thing that is making me believe that this whole thing was a dream, was that I was interacting with someone.  It just seemed too real for being a dream, I guess.  It was disturbing enough that I googled for a forum or chat room that I could ask about it.

Any thoughts?