The friendly man asked me to go somewhere with him. I was in another of my astral flight dreams.

This land of the astral flight moves along very quickly, sort of like a projector site and a movie is being shown, but you know you are one of the actors and feeling those feelings of the actor. Sometimes I can hear the actual words spoken, sometimes not. Most often I must look at the symbols in the movie and draw whatever conclusion I can when I come back to waking reality.
There can also be times where I don’t know who is feeling what. I often need to differentiate my feelings from the other person. That too, is done back in waking reality.

I’ll call him G, short for my groundhog feller.
I’ve met him many times in dreamscape but only once in waking, physical reality, and then we just walked away from each other without saying a single word.

That time, I was debating whether to run after him, to tell him all; but he seemed in a hurry to get away, and I wondered; from me? I’m not the pushy sort, so I did not follow my impulse to ambush him with my dreams. It just didn’t seem right anyway. It didn’t seem right he was here in the first place. Second, it didn’t seem right to bare my soul to a dream figure scurrying away from me. And, I thought, there was a chance it wasn’t him at all..however the faster he walked the more convinced I was that he had come all this way to get one look at me. And well, he had looked back over his shoulder in my general direction twice!

Our meetings in outer space were often volatile, poignant, cute sometimes, or funny, urgent, angry or petulant or forlorn other times. It was difficult to talk out there, so sometimes he’d use hand gestures which perplexed me even greater than I was already perplexed. One time I heard him say “How do you feel about me?” Only he said it like he was angry with me. So I was put off. A few times there was a blissfulness to the scene.