Hypnotic Offerings

I used the following script in a dream recently, where I'd been invited to meet a celebrity who was in town.

I was in the hotel room. It was pouring down outside, a fine silvery rain which obscured the view of the offices opposite, and the overpass in the distance. The window was open, and I could feel the breeze in the room as she sat on the chair opposite me, her legs crossed.

We'd already met over Twitter, and spoken often. She knew me as "that weird, hobbity Welsh bloke," and I never disavow people of that impression of me because it is my schtick.

She wanted to talk to me about an unexpected bout of performance anxiety she was suffering from. She'd been in lockdown for months, and it was all getting on top of her, at least in my dream. So she'd wanted to know about hypno, and whether or not I could help.

Here's the conversation we had, after I'd asked her if she consented to having her hypnotised and she'd said yes.

'You're probably wondering what will happen, when the induction proper begins, and whether you'll have to stare at a spiral or a pocket watch or something.'

'Something like that.'

'But then again, the hypnosis part isn't in the watch, or in the spiral. It comes from you, when you trust to letting your mind go, like that, and slip into a hypnotic trance, in that way. Once you realise you're letting go of your conscious thoughts and awareness, you notice that the process becomes inevitable, and the swinging watch just gives you something to concentrate on while it's happening.

'Yes.'

'And when it is happening, little by little, you realise that you've been there all the time, and you're just letting your mind catch up with the knowledge that you're still deeply in trance already, are you not?'

'Yes.'

'And you're so excited to discover what awaits you, when you can, you know, close your eyes happily, and you curiously let go of everything that isn't that, all the way past that now, and further in, deeper, peacefully, joyfully, enjoying the wash of dopamine, serotonin, and oxytocin as your body surrenders to relaxation, suddenly, completely, exactly like that, just there.'

'Yes.'

'While your whole being reaches a point where, in this moment, you are across a threshold of awareness, to the extent that you are dropping, now, at this point, completely, and when you are fully immersed in a hypnotic trance, you can happily say hello, and we can proceed to find out what you really want to take from this.'

'Hello.'

'You can, you know, read this page now, and explore how to go deeper, now, and we can reach a point where you can address the issues bothering you.'

The Entranced Client

X-posted to Perchance To Dream.

I received a call from someone who was interested in becoming a client of mine, receiving regular hypnosis and being tranced regularly. She told me that she would make it worth my while.

She made the arrangements. I would travel up to Birmingham the following day, meet her, be taken to the venue and there I would put her in the first of many regular hypnotic trances. She wanted to experience going in deep. She wanted to be tranced so hard.

The venue turned out to be a very posh hotel. She booked the two of us in - I noticed that she'd booked us both in to one double room under "Mr and Mrs Smith."

In the room, I tranced her with an obsidian wand, deepened it, gave her triggering instructions, everything. I brought her in and out of trances, gave her visions of flowers on her lap and strewn throughout the room, and had her talking to people who weren't there. What she experienced was absolutely real.

In the morning, she gave me a large wodge of money for my troubles, and told me she'd need my services again next week. The best thing was that I didn't put that in her head at all. She was that satisfied with my skills.

Then the alarm went off, and that was it.

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.