Well /out/, I followed a lot of the advice in here and went on my first long hike alone at night, deep into the woods. After I got over my anxiety and sense that everything was looking at me, or stalking me, or my sense of human figures in my peripheral vision, it was actually quite nice to spend so much time feeling utterly alone under the beautiful full moon. I felt like I was actually becoming part of the woods, not an interloper, and at some point I stopped straining my ears against the wind to listen for murderous footsteps, and I stopped hearing what I thought was whispers of human voices in the distance. It really does become comfy to be /out/ alone in the dark, and I have to thank you all for helping me to get over myself. All I brought with me was a knife, which I laughably told myself would be useful if someone or something had decided to set upon me. The only thing is that now that I am back, the world seems somehow slightly distored in a way that I can't really place, and I keep hearing something that seems like fey voices at the very edge of my senses. When I look out my window into the darkness of the forest behind my house, my eyes play tricks that there is something out there moving, dancing even. I want to join them. I need to join them. Anyone else have this problem?
