In Adventures and Missions During Astral Projection author Steve R. Fleming walks through a lifetime of strange nighttime experiences and turns them into a kind of spiritual sci-fi memoir. The book moves from a UFO encounter in 1977 to early out-of-body episodes in shifting bedrooms, then into structured “training,” missions, and finally a psychic war with entities named Red-1, Red-2, and Rage. We get scenes of life-implantation labs on prehistoric Earth, assassinations in an in-between world, and quieter vignettes where he drifts through cities, bars, and alien landscapes before snapping back to his bed with that recurring line, “I was back in bed.”

I enjoyed the way the book is written. The prose is clean and vivid, with lots of concrete detail. I could see the rural Montana highway, the insulation in the ceiling, the row houses with angry faces in the windows. The repeated pattern of build-up, wild experience, hard cut back to the bedroom gave the whole thing a nice rhythm. It felt like reading mission reports and dreams at the same time. The flip side is that the structure leans into episodes. Many chapters end right when things get juicy. The preface warns me about that and explains why, but I still caught myself wanting a bit more connective tissue, a bit more reflection right in the moment instead of after the fact. Sometimes the fight scenes with Rage and the various “terminations” started to blur together, even though each one has a different setting.

I liked the notion of an “in-between world” where actions echo back into people’s lives and twist their futures. The idea that Rage and the narrator do not kill people but burn out the evil in them is unsettling and oddly compassionate at the same time. I felt a real tug of tension there. Part of me was cheering when a serial killer’s path gets cut short, or a corrupt commander goes down. Another part of me sat with the ethical mess of it. Is this justice, redemption, or something closer to cosmic vigilantism. I also appreciated the sections where he separates OBEs from hypnagogic hallucinations and sleep paralysis and talks about fear, emotion-feeding entities, and how staying calm can dissolve them. Those parts felt grounded and oddly practical, and they gave some balance to the more operatic astral battles.

By the end I felt like I had taken a long, strange trip with someone who genuinely wrestles with what he experiences, not just someone chasing thrills. The tone stays sincere, even when the scenes get wild or pulpy. I would recommend this book to readers who enjoy metaphysical adventure, spiritual memoirs with a sci-fi flavor, or personal accounts of OBEs and sleep phenomena. If you are open to a mix of heartfelt testimony, moral wrestling, and cosmic action scenes, it is a fascinating ride.