I was born in Cuba in 1952. When I was about 6 or 7 years old I had a very peculiar "dream" though I believed what happened was real.

I woke up in the middle of the night to see my grandmother holding a glass of orange juice at the door to the bedroom and telling me to come to her for it. (I did not hear words, I just knew it was for me.) I got up, felt the cold floor with my bare feet, and walked to her, noticing the beds of my brothers to my left and seeing them asleep on their beds as I walked slowly by. All very detailed and realistic. I got to my grandmother. I took the glass from her hand. I could see the and feel the condensation on the cold glass and the orange color of the juice. I drank it. It was cold and sweet and I could taste and feel the pulp as it went down. I gave her back the empty glass and turned around and looked into the room same as always, normal, as it is. I could see my brothers still asleep on their beds and I was a little surprised and intrigued to see that there was someone on my bed too. Slowly I walked back up to my bed, passing my brothers' beds as I went and when I got next to my bed I could see my body lying there, with my head tilted to the right away from me. I could see how my hair draped over my cheek. I remember I was not so much afraid as surprised. I went to touch me on the bed and then immediately found myself back in bed, with my mind wide awake, but I could not open my eyes. After a little while I fell asleep. When I got up I asked my mother if my grandmother had come to our apartment in the middle of the night. My mother said of course not and dismissed it probably as some childish dream. But to this day I will swear it was real. I had never seen any shows on OBE's or anything supernatural at the time. I had no idea what it was that happened except what it was. Everything in the "dream" was real. The cold floor, my brothers in their respective beds asleep. The way I normally walked to and from the bedroom door where my grandmother awaited. She looked just like herself. I did not "fly" to the bedroom door or experience any of the anomalies I was familiar with in dreams. There was nothing distorted in the dream, everything looked exactly as it did in real life. I drank the orange juice slowly and tasted it. I felt the condensation and the cold glass and the pulp of the juice in my mouth as I drank it. The only unusual thing in the dream was that I cannot explain where the light came from. It seemed that there was some soft kind of spotlight coming from above my grandmother's head, though I did not notice a bulb and some light coming from above it. It was not very bright and kind of diffused. Otherwise the room would have been very dark as there was no light from outside. Still while it was happening I did not notice anything strange about the lighting and I could see my brothers in bed and their blankets clearly but not as if the room's light had been turned on.

P.S. My grandmother was alive and kicking the next morning. So she must have been out of body also.

Is it possible for more than one person to have the same OBE while they are both still alive? And what exactly was the nature of the glass and the orange juice I drank?

The event made a very big impression on me and I'm sure it happened though I could find no explanation for it.