Interview - A Dream

I was invited to a TV studio for a morning TV program. It looked like a place I had been to before. I'd been invited by a TV show producer to talk about the Damnation Army.

I walked onto the soundstage, fully expecting this to be a massive hatchet job, the TV producer talking out of his hat, making up stories ... the usual. I saw an audience in the dark, out there past all the spotlights, but I didn't know if they were there to jeer or to cheer. Jeer, I assumed - television these days have a habit of doing hatchet jobs because hatchet jobs are lucrative and bring in the ratings.

I was talking to a male and a female TV presenter. Typical ITV daytime television presenter types - he looked far older than he was, and I swear his hair had been dyed silver to make him look older, and the woman had a wide face, wide smile, slim body with heavy breasts because the ratings soar when she just sits back and lets them strain against the fabric of her blouse.

The first question, from the Male Presenter, was 'How does it feel to command a cult that brainwashes children?'

And I replied 'I wouldn't know. I don't brainwash children, and my people don't either.'

Male Presenter: 'But you do brainwash young adults.'

Me: 'I don't brainwash anybody, child or adult, and neither do my people.'

Female Presenter: 'Then what do you do?'

Me: 'I teach them to see through the hogwash and lies.'

Male Presenter: 'What hogwash? What lies?'

Me: 'The lies that keep people coming back to television shows like this. The reassuring lies that All Is Well In The World; that Good Guys Win and Bad Guys Lose; that you lot out there in telly land are the Good Guys, and We Are On Your Side (cheeky wink, thumbs up to the cameras); and that people will never be better than who they are now, all nine to five, Monday to Friday with two days off for good behaviour at the end of each week; because "good" in society is meant to be seen to be "busy" or "productive" rather than actually good as in "compassionate."'

Female Presenter: 'And do you see that as your mission? Is it your idea, or did God send you?'

Me: 'Mission? Interesting term. Is it a mission like something out of a spy thriller, a "Mission: Impossible?" Or a mission like the "Mission of Mercy Chapel?" I never thought of being on a mission before. Thank you for giving me the idea.'

Male Presenter: 'But do you think this is right? What if you are wrong, and there is a dark place for you after you die?'

Me: 'Is that a death threat you just made?'

Male Presenter: 'I - I - I didn't mean to -'

Female Presenter: 'It did sound a bit like that, yes.'

Male Presenter: 'Oh my god, I am sorry. I didn't mean -'

Me: 'That's quite all right. It was a Freudian slip. I was going to hypnotically command you to remove all of your clothes during the interview, but it's not necessary. You just humiliated yourself, and I'm glad you saved me the effort.'

Female Presenter (leaning forwards): 'Command me to remove all my clothes? How?'

Me: 'I could just snap my fingers and you'd do it, all the way down to Not Safe For Work.'

Male Presenter: 'When? How? Did you put suggestions in our minds at some point?'

Me: 'No. I am hypnotising you both right now.' *snap fingers*

Male Presenter: *closes eyes; enters deep trance immediately*

Female Presenter: *slumps onto sofa with slight moan of arousal and huge smile*

Me: *looking to camera* 'And how about all of you out there, in telly land? Are you still watching, or are you falling into a trance right now? You've been watching television for years - you're already more than halfway there. Just a matter of letting go a little more. That's good. And we're staying on the air for a while, and not cutting to adverts just yet, because you know something?' *to female presenter* 'Unbutton your blouse.'

Female Presenter: *unbuttons her blouse*

Me: *looking back at the cameras* 'I bet the producers will keep this segment of the show going as long as possible, because right now the figures show there must be twenty, thirty million viewers watching, tranced or untranced, and those viewing figures are now only going to get bigger.' *to female presenter* 'Now remove your blouse. Oh, look at that. She never wears a bra.'

Erotic

I only had a short dream, but it was a hot one.

I was in a house, a visitor who'd popped in to see some friends. We'd been talking about the new building going up at the end of the road, and what it meant for the man of the house. It was a new laboratory, and - as the friend was a scientist - he had applied for, and obtained, an interview for a job in advance of the lab going live. The next door neighbour's wife had dropped in for a chat and to talk about the lab, too.

The institute was looking into behavioural sciences, psychology and similar fields of study. Human behaviour was its business.

And I had brought along a sample of that business - a subliminal sound file, which I'd set up to play in my holdall. I'd turned it on whilst we'd been talking, and the holdall was sitting there between us, broadcasting subliminal signals throughout the whole house.

It was having an effect. Both the neighbour and my friend were clearly feeling strong sexual arousal and attraction towards one another. I heard sounds from upstairs, and went out into the corridor.

At the top of the stairs was my friend's wife, a woman with short blonde hair. She was waiting for me, naked, a huge smile on her face.

Fame At Last?

Fun dream this morning. News of my blog Hypnotic Erotic had hit the front pages of a number of national newspapers. They were talking about Hypnotic Erotic on mainstream TV, trying to bite their tongues every time the word "erotic" came up in conversation.

One daytime TV show had the word "erotic" spoken forty times in two minutes. Two thousand outraged phone calls complaining about this, most of them from panting, sexually aroused Hausfrauen clutching copies of the Daily Mail in their free hand. I think it was a record for this word. Oh, and they were also complaining about the word "orgasm" spoken three times in thirty seconds or something.

Presumably these were all Mums whose kids were at school or something.

This was the month that Hypnotic Erotic went from a mere 50,000 page views to 500,000 page views in the space of three days, and my inbox marked emails from 350 brand new freshly-hypnotised clients a day. I was having to send mass emails to those clients, and suddenly my Skype time was at a premium. Fortunately, enough donations were coming in to my sites that I could afford to enjoy a life of leisure, filling my blogs with scripts and testing the waters at leisure without having to worry about getting money in to pay the bills. I was even able to build my Temple and open my Ministry at last.

After a few weeks of this, I got invited to a daytime TV show, This Morning - Phil Schofield and Holly Willoughby. Unbeknown to them, I'd tranced both them and the producer - so when I said a trigger word, a Pied Piper began playing over the air, and in the studio. Half a million people began uncontrollably dancing wherever they were, as long as they could hear the funky music: and in the studio, Holly and Phil had also got up and started dancing to the irresistible beat, and were taking off their clothes in front of the cameras.

I just love my crazy dreams.

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Hypnosis In A Dream

I was out in town, in an older part of town with narrow, red brick streets, cobbled roads and terraced housing. This was a residential area with a small store, and I'd just finished shopping in that store - I came out with a joint of meat wrapped in old-fashioned wax paper, carried in a bag - when I noticed a woman looking at me from her living room window, from just behind a red curtain with a floral pattern. The window, too, was old - a wooden frame painted red, the same colour as the door, lintel and doorstep.

The woman was mature, with short red hair and green eyes. I remember looking squarely at those eyes, and catching her attention. I didn't know if she wanted someone to talk to, or even for anyone to notice that she was there at all - but I went over to her door and knocked on it.

When she answered, I asked her if there was a reason for looking at me. She led me into her room and sat down. I took out my wand - a ritual tool which is essentially a big obsidian - and gently pointed the tip of it at her Ajna chakra, bringing it up to her forehead to establish the "animal magnetism" connection that Franz Mesmer described.

Hard to describe "animal magnetism." It's a different feeling from hypnosis. It's a feeling more like a physical attraction, compelling movement towards the source - in this case, between the woman and the tip of the crystal wand.

As I brought the wand up to her Ajna chakra, the spot right between her eyes above the bridge of her nose, the wand did its thing. The woman's eyelids fluttered closed. I touched the tip of the wand to her forehead, gently brushing her skin, and she sighed and sank back into the chair, her body relaxing and growing flaccid as she sank deeply into a trance.

I asked her what she wanted. Her unconscious responded with moans and gasps. I asked her how long it had been since she'd experienced intimacy. She replied "A long time." I asked her if she wanted intimacy now, and she hissed "Yesssss" through her teeth, her body arching.

Damned alarm. Lousy timing.

Your Dream Celebrity?

I'm throwing this out to you lot. Please feel free to respond in comments.

If you could somehow influence a TV personality, or multiple personalities, while they were live on television - sort of like using a Kinect or similar technology, or through a magic remote control, or just through sorcerous means - whom would you love to control? And what would you have them do on the television?

Which actress would you love to be able to control; to cause them to stop in the middle of the screen; to turn, smiling, towards the camera and slowly, teasingly, begin to remove their clothes before a shocked general television-viewing public?

Some examples to get you thinking:-

The Temple - Old Livejournal Dream

The following is a half-forgotten dream I'd posted to my old Livejournal blog.

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I have a Temple in my dream. An altar, a Chaosphere suspended over it, plain floors, walls and ceiling. The top of the walls has a long grille completely surrounding the Temple: behind this grille is a long observation gallery for Acolytes, accessible via stairs to the first floor outside the main Temple building. Just behind the altar is a shelf where I place my tools - wand, athame, pentacle, chalice and so on. One of the tools is a long Chaos staff topped with a small Chaosphere.

My dream began with word that a student from some nearby White Light Christian community had been brought to the Temple, and had been laid out before the altar, bound, gagged and hooded. Out of curiosity I went down to the Temple where, indeed, the woman was lying at the foot of the altar exactly where the Acolytes said she was. She was dressed in some kind of white blouse and trousers; she was barefoot.

I knelt and removed her hood. She had shoulder length straight blonde hair, blue eyes and this look of absolute fear and hostility. I greeted her, welcomed her to the Temple and watched her begin to struggle against her bonds.

It turned out that she had been caught by the security patrols casing the Temple, possibly out of curiosity - certainly without official sanction from her people. She froze when I brought forth my little focus, Blacklight - a wand tipped with obsidian (I always use obsidian in workings, because for some reason I have the ability to handle it). I brought it up to her eyes, and Blacklight did its trick, sending her into a trance state.

I can do this naturally. Hypnotising people is so easy. So easy.

Next, I told her body to relax, and told her conscious mind to go to a safe, warm place where it would feel warm and safe and comfortable. That left her unconscious mind in charge, and I summoned it to the front.

"Unconscious, say hello." I've done this, too. Often, a healthy unconscious is as curious as I am and as willing to talk to someone who seems to want to listen to its needs.

I gave the unconscious a couple of helpful suggestions - when I tap her on the shoulder her conscious and unconscious minds swap places, her conscious goes to the safe, warm place and I talk directly to her unconscious mind again - and a couple of other suggestions which I thought would come in handy. Then I made one final suggestion.

"When I tap you on the shoulder, you will awake. Your bonds will have been loosed by your struggles. You will be free, and there will be absolutely nobody else in the Temple, so you can do as you will.'

After loosening her bonds, I tapped her on the shoulder and stepped back. The girl awoke, untied herself and got up. She looked around, seeing right through me as if I wasn't there. She glanced about her one last time.

Then a sly look came over her face. I watched as she began to remove her clothes, climbed onto the altar, took the staff, kissed the Chaosphere at the tip and, well. Don't know what happened next, because the damned alarm woke me.

But by the look on her face, she seemed really into it for a White Lighter. I'd not placed any suggestions in her on how to behave - this was her, pure and simple.

I had her. I'd had her from the moment she'd allowed herself to be caught. She'd probably made a lot of noise just to draw the attention of my remarkably inattentive Acolytes.

I love my Temple dreams.

In The Presence Of The Master - A Dream

I'd like to describe a dream I'd recently had.

I found myself in a street at night full of people - young men and women. At a glance, I could compel them to do my bidding. So I made young women chase after young men, and gay men and lesbians find appropriate romance.

Then I had another idea. Summoning every couple I'd entranced to my side, surrounding myself with young, sexually-aroused couples, I commanded them to follow me. I knew of a place nearby where they could indulge their carnal passions freely.

I seem to have a lot of abandoned buildings, mostly hotels, in my dreams. This one had a vestibule, a lobby with a reception desk, and a room with a massive oval jacuzzi which, against all probability, still had running water and electricity, and a transparent dome overhead the same shape as the jacuzzi below.

I led the six couples into the jacuzzi room, past a little kitchen off to one side of the corridor, and told the couples to disrobe and enter the pool.

Then, before I could disrobe, I heard someone at the glass double doors of the front entrance, knocking, asking to come in. It was Mum and Dad, with one of Mum's brothers and his wife (Aunt-in-law?).

I ushered them into the kitchen area, and asked them to settle down and pour themselves a cuppa while I went into the back room to explain to the guests that they might have to leave. I hadn't taken two steps into the jacuzzi room when I realised that Mum and the in-law had followed me.

And they were standing right behind me when they caught the sight of six couples, in the jacuzzi, all stark naked, standing up "in the presence of the Master," as one of the young men said.