I was a first-timer.
First, there’s was no dangling pendulum thing-y. Second, there was no hopping on one foot, barking like a dog or spilling federal secrets. Third, I was fully conscious, and when I say “fully conscious”, I mean, my eyes were closed but I could hear everything, so much so that my mind kept jumping from thought to thought — like the delicious crepe I’d eaten 30 minutes before at Vive la crepe (Mmmm, their crepes are light and slightly sweet — basically, insanely delicious…but I digress).
Okay, bringing it back…
The experience was nothing like television.
I have to admit, I’m a little disappointed. Actually, more than disappointed, I’m not sure what the heck happened. I was wide awake with my eyes closed.
This hypnotherapy thing is slightly creepy. *blink*
It was just a l-i-t-t-l-e bit weird. I can’t explain it. Especially since the voice of the hypnotist changed so drastically once it began, I was like, “Whoa, what the h*ll happened? Who is this person?” (I didn’t dare open my eyes because I was afraid I’d see a scary thing with eyes rolled back in their heads, face all contorted…yes, I was scared enough to keep my eyes as tightly closed as possible.)
And then on top of everything, wasn’t I supposed to fall asleep? Wasn’t I to be in a trance? Wasn’t I to feel refreshed and revitalized? I was stifling the urge to smile a few times. And I felt like an eyelash was in my right eye, which of course, felt like a pebble, so it was annoying and made my eyeball so incredibly uncomfortable.
“Feeeeeeel yourrrrself relaaaxed aaaaand youuuur bodyyyy siiiiiinnnnnkkkkiiiinnnngggg deeeeperrrr and deeeeperrrr innnto thhhhe chaiiirrrr…”
Obviously, I wasn’t focusing hard enough. Obviously. smh.
I don’t know (sigh)…but I’m keeping an open mind. The hypnotherapist is lovely. I have two more visits. My next one won’t be for another month, so, I’ll report back.