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I'm still a few thousand miles away from home give or take a hundred but now I'm in a location to update a few things and I realize that some part of me is fused to my computer, I think I was having withdrawals.

Before I boarded a train that took me 40 hours down the track, I gathered with a study group that I've been working with lately and gave them all the assignments for the month. One person in this group is one of my dream walking partners. We started doing energy work together early in May of this year. I have been experiencing something but it has been very different from the dream walks I had from the past.

We discovered that we could use the link between us much like a tunnel. The visualization works well for me to get to him and quickly. The first attempt to use it yielded no results that were obvious. I asked him if he had any physical objects he could give me so I could use that too. I'd done similar things with other magickal work so I didn't see a difference.

The first night I attempted to do this was a restless one for me. I went to sleep with the item he gave me and attempted to call him to me. I woke up about every 45 minutes only having fragmented memories of where I'd been during my dreaming... Room with a metal square on the wall. Hearing a voice yell my name. Falling. Colored lights. Indistinct voices. I took a note in my journal that the recall wasn't my usual. It felt more like "flashes" in my mind than the continual flow of imagery I typically get when dreaming.

When I asked my dreaming partner what he recalled he told me that he actually remembered standing in a tunnel of light. He said he kept hearing my voice but never seen me. That afternoon he actually invited me and a couple of friends over to his room on base. I was surprised to see a funny metal square hanging on the wall.

I had to ponder whether or not I just astral projected and then slipped back into the dream state. Not sure yet.

On June 5th I went to bed around 11:30 pm after doing some meditation with my chakras. I had a very disturbing dream. In the dream I was standing in front of an old woman in her seventies or eighties and a man that might have been in his late twenties or early thirties. Then someone hit me with something and I was on the floor bleeding everywhere. It happened so fast I never saw what hit me. Things started to blur and I blacked out. When I woke up (still dreaming) I was laying on a metal table and my chest had been cut open. My rib bones were exposed to the air and my heart was beating. I remember I could look down and see it. I kept thinking I needed a hospital. The man and old woman were close by and were discussing how they were waiting for me to die. Then I black out again (still dreaming). Only this time I could hear a voice and I could hear wolves howling. I seen another older woman arguing with a red headed girl in her early twenties ..maybe and the last thing I heard was a name: "Nanami". I woke up (literally this time.) and wrote everything down. My chest physically ached and I sort of felt like someone had smacked me with a cane pole a few times (been there done that.)

The next night when I got together with my study buddies for a nice night of hanging out and not studying, I brought up the dream. When I said the name "Nanami" my dream walking partner went sheet white. He responded with a "No way." Then he proceeded to explain to me that "Nanami" was his mother's best friend. As it turns out the red headed woman I was seeing was his mother and the old woman was his grandmother. There really was a family fight with these woman going on but what was odd was the wolves and it took me a minute to place it before I realized that my dream buddy has some kind of kinship with them.

Still, it wasn't exactly a dream walk so I'm not sure what it is or how I'm just obtaining information about his friends or family or why for that matter. I contemplated that maybe I'm just picking up a bunch of different stuff moving across the link but I've still not decided.

I should however note an incident that I feel may somehow be connected. On May 2, 2012 me, the dreaming buddy and another friend all decided to go out to the club. I love a good night of dancing. It tends to space me out and I don't have to drink a thing. My favorite places are gay bars because they play the greatest music; my opinion of course. Unfortunately, one of my friends is apparently nervous about the prospect of attracting another male so we ended up grabbing some alcohol and going back to my apartment for drinking, and Invader Zim (I know, I know but I love zim.)

I'm not a drinker. Once my doctor asked me how much I drank. I responded: "Eh, about three times a year." She looked at me and told me I didn't drink. However, my good buddies drink like the Vikings. I think they have extra linings in their bellies and livers. I think I drank all the Smirnoff we bought and maybe some of the rum and I'm sure I put away whatever I got from the other cooler. Surprisingly I was still walking strait. My dreaming friend however was a different story, seems the little Viking took about four sips of rum. He was standing across the room and looked like someone had took the life right out of him. He laid on the floor and made his way over to me. He told me he felt really strange like someone gave him "X" (I don't have a clue how that feels but he looked like he was on a trip.) Then he fell to sleep on my leg. It took me and my other friend to put him on the couch. He was completely out. I was bouncing off the walls with energy and at this point I got a pretty good idea what may have happened but the last time I did that the guy slept 16 hours but he said it felt like Aderol (whatever that is.... total accident and a whole different story.) I got up that morning feeling pretty guilty and wondering exactly how that had happened but didn't want to pick my brain too much. He got up the next morning and didn't want to move. He said he felt like he got hit by a truck. He told me that he woke up laying in the floor and kept yelling at me and the others in the house but none of us would wake up. I asked him how he got back on the couch if he couldn't move and he looked puzzled and said he didn't know. His last memory was being in the floor. Now, I thought this was really odd because my husband often describes these kinds of experiences where he is trying to wake me up but can't and then really bizarre things happens to him like not recalling how he got upstairs or downstairs so quickly during these episodes.

Since I've taken leave I've not done a whole lot of attempting to dream walk or otherwise. Mostly I find myself in quiet contemplation about these events or just trying to meditate or enjoy a nice swim. I'm interested to hear your thoughts or input concerning what I've written as usual.