Shamanic Journey

I was floating over a desert scene at night, apparently laying railroad tracks in the sand. As I moved along these lines, I suddenly flipped to a different place, where I was watching this scene from my the bedroom Jennifer and I shared at my parents old house. As I watched, I saw myself, only my eye sockets were empty, pitch black, and grew until my whole face was gone. I remember gasping in terror, but unable make a sound. But terrified as I was, I understood it was important not to look away.

The dream then ended, and a new dream began, in which I had memory of these events, and was trying to re-watch them. I was in some college setting. So I finally managed to watch this old footage, and nothing even close to what I saw too place. This alarmed me even more, and I decided that something terrifying must have happened to me.

Later, I sought out a shaman who would let me go on a shamanic journey. I was to get into a boat in Harrisburg and lay down to sleep, and the boat would slowly float to Hershey, and then the shaman would wake me and my initiation would begin. But the whole time I was more and more aware that the thing with the eyes WAS a shamanic journey.