The vast majority of my experiences with my Other happened in settings in which nothing outside of me was involved. I started my membership with this site about a week ago and before that I had not voiced any of my experiences to anyone on a regular basis since the first couple years. I am not sure how to describe it but I must get alot out of these blogs because I am rehashing those old experiences contantly now. As far as experiences that involved something or someone outside of me the first of a very small number was in August of 2005, give or take a month. I met a man named Jay, he also was into meth, like I was at the time. We were in my studio apartment that day we met and it seemed as though I was with a lifelong friend. As the evening progressed, I started to get a strange feeling as though there was more than one conversation taking place and I could see the two conversations at the same time. I dont remember the subject of either one, I just remember seeing something I never had. Maybe the next night, I was sitting in his apartments a few doors down(alow me to take a break for a second, If anyone reading this is wondering If I am gay, I am not, and never have been). We were sitting on the couch not to far from eachother with our feet up on the coffee table, I was looking at one of his feet, he was twitching it, just a quik movement every couple seconds. The part that was strange to me was that my foot was moving in unison with his but I was not telling it to. He stood up and took a few steps away and was pretty close to the wall, I dont remember if he shook his keys or snapped his finers but did something to get my attention on one of his hands, He stood with his body mostly facing away from me but had his upper body twisted a little bit back. He was making eye contact with me and kept the hand he used to get my attention in his left pocket for several seconds. He slowly stepped closer to the wall and took the hand out of his pocket and touched the wall, he took his hand off the wall and slowly walked over to another section of the wall and did the same thing, he repeated this maybe a couple more times and the looked at me, he moved his arm and hand as if he was hold something, kind of like a tiny thread, as I looked at him, he jerked that hand and it felt and look like he was pulling a thread right out of my eye. It was not painful, nor do know if there was anythread at all. If you read any of my other blogs, I tried to make it clear that my other does not have to put any more effort into making me percieve that than a thought. But as I was saying earlier, only a tiny number of these involved someone else. After he jerked his hand, he stepped closer to me, got really close and said, dont tell the other animals. I have found that poeple like us, often times are unable to make it according to our social norms, especially as fars a s money. That being said, we seem to have a very healthy imagination or ability to think outside the box. I could cook up countless explanations for this experience, but they would be nothing more than guesses. I made it back into so called normal status with a career and material possessions, I have not used meth since the beginning of 2008. I no longer press my father to listen to these stories anymore because my Father has close to zero imagination. My Dad has eight kids, he has always worked and provided for them, he has been an oak. But like I said, at the end of the day, he has little use for pondering the impossibilities of creation, the universe, aliens, thought controll, others, anything like that. I am not really sure were I am going with the last section of this post, I have never been able to make sense of theses experiences. My other talks to me daily, he is talking to me right now, he is pointing out the irony of me sitting hear posting my question when he could tell me right now. It may sound kind of screwed up for him to do that and perhaps it is. The first few months were the best and worste months of my life. More pain and pleasure than I had fathomed. A truth I appreciate these days is that any pain I have ever felt has been given to me by my other but anything good I have ever experieced is also from him. If wont tell me whats happening, I just accept it, he doesn't obey me, and it could be far worse.