Showing posts with label hypnotist. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hypnotist. Show all posts

Thursday, June 16, 2011

Remembering hypnotism and was that 42nd street

Hi everyone, might I say that last night was really weird. Whenever I wake up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom or get a drink of water, I am typically able to fall back asleep really quickly. Well last night I had some trouble falling back asleep. I think I had heart burn, or just some acid reflex, or something that made the bottom back of my throat feel like it was burning with stomach acid. In my drowsy state, my logical way of solving it was to drink a lot of water, but that just made me need to pee 15 minutes later. About another 15 minutes later, I realize what it is, so I go down stairs and have half a tum. That helps, but my mind still won't shut up for another 25 minutes or so. Here's what was going through my mind all this time.
Remember how I talked about the hypnotist at the all night party with my school? Well I was imagining if I didn't keep my mouth shut when I was in the group hypnotism. I imagined if I asked why my arms were inverses, then he asked me to sit up on stage, and then do the glue thing. I imagined if I did yell "I am hulk" when I did pull my hands apart. He then hypnotized me, and I did the things where he "connected our minds," which I still thinks is bull. Apparently when hypnotized, he connected the 11 saps on stages minds and when he tapped one, the rest knew where he tapped without him talking. Well I believe I have an incredibly strong and uncontrollable subconscious and unconscious. I think he told us the wrong conscious that he uses in hypnotism. If it were subconscious the people would have some knowledge of what happened but they had no knowledge, so I think it was unconscious. Anyways, if I didn't have my crazy strong uncontrollable unconscious, I wouldn't have been able to pull my hands apart. Where was I? Oh yeah, the linked minds. Well I imagined if I was connected with everyone else, and I ended up taking over. I was blabbering things about him being a quack, and everyone was saying it in sync with me. He then disconnected all our minds, and made me 4 years old like in the show. This deserves its own paragraph.
Well let me start out by saying that age regression is a myth, so I ended up telling him that, and explained how it was just making me think I believed I was 4, and I made little sense. But I went on and on, he interrupted me, and this is what I said "you interrupted me, now I need to start all over again." As a 4 year old, and up until maybe 7, I NEVER shut up. My grandparents tell me stories about how on the way to a family reunion when I was 4, I didn't stop talking from the time we started, all the way to the hotel, for 2 hours. And whenever I was talking to my cousins, and they interrupted me, I always told them "you interrupted me, now I need to start all over again." I always did. I don't think much has changed; I just have greater control of it now. OK so back story out of the way, he asked me why I was doing this, and I in depth explained how I had ADHD, but my parents don't know that yet. He told me there was an audience of teenagers out there, and as a little kid, I was afraid of teenagers. I start crying and hide behind the chairs. I don't remember how he got me back in front of everyone, but he did, and more hilarity happened. All I remember was that we "went on a trip to the zoo" and I wouldn't sit still "on the bus" and when I went by the snakes, we were supposed to lift up our legs because the snakes came crawling near our feet. Well even at that age, I loved snakes. Instead of lifting my legs, I "bent over, picked one up, and started showing it off to everyone."
Now I probably would have continued to imagine all the show, but I wanted to go to sleep. It was almost 5 in the morning, and I started at about 4. I wanted my sleep! So I tried shutting up my running mind, but to no real avail. I realized that my subconscious and unconscious have some part of my conscious, of which I have some control but little control over. Well here's how I shut it up. I personified my conscious as catholiccontriversy, my unconscious as happy gamer, and subconscious as Pokematic. First catholiccontriversy beat them both up. Happy gamer gave up after that, but Pokematic didn't want to give up without a fight. So I thought of a really boring repeatable activity. I counted dishes coming out of the dish washer. But I wasn't counting. It was more like; "plait goes in the plait pile, cup goes on the shelf." It was mundane, repetitive, and just what I needed to shut Pokematic up. I did that for a while, and I felt myself fall asleep. Oh yeah, another cool thing about me. If I try hard enough and do it just right, I can actually remember falling asleep. It's really cool.
So now for my weird dream. I was in the pit orchestra of a show I was in the pit orchestra for back in the beginning of the school year. That show, was 42nd street. But something was...off. For starters, the pit wasn't very deep. In fact it probably only went down 2 1/2 feet, and I was facing the stage able to see the whole show. Now the weirdness doesn't stop there. None of the songs we played were actually from the play, except for dames which was only that in name. It sounded nothing like the actual song dames, but I had a solo which was cool. Another thing was no main characters from the play. There was no Peggy, no Dorthy, no Juline Marx, no billy lawyer, no anyone. Then there were only a few instruments in the pit. I remember there being me, the trombone, a French horn, and a trumpet, and maybe a flute. There wasn't the super important piano. The piano is so important to the music of 42nd street, that we had 2 players when we actually did it. One really strange thing is that I got lost while playing. I'm not saying I never get lost, that would be inhuman, but always during rehearsal and practice, never during the performance. It was as if I was hearing the music for the first time. Well the crazy play ended before it was supposed to end. I still had "the money of a student" to play. I wonder if that was somehow supposed to be "we're in the money." It either stopped because my internal sleep timer said I had my 8 hours or because things were getting to weird, even for my dreams. Chances are it was because I was aware of how weird things were. That's a new one even for me. It was as if I was in a parallel universe, as myself and not my parallel self like I normally am.

Well I better get to writing than-you notes. Later and I hope you enjoyed.

Friday, June 3, 2011

Graduation and the all night party

I should be sleeping now, but my free running circadian cycle is compleatly screwed up due to social entrainment. For those of you who don't know psycology, that means that I'm tired but because it's day when I'm normally awake, I can't sleep. So now I'll get to the fun part, my graduation ceromony and the senior all night party.

Lets start with the first, getting ready for the graduation ceromony. Because my brother is in the band, he has to play at graduation and gets in free. That means I didn't have to get extra tickets for my family since they give us 4 free tickets and the only ones that needed tickets were my parents and gradnparents. I did buy extra tickets for my friends because at ticket pick up you were only able to get 4 extra at the time then have to come back for the rest. Look back a couple of blogs, you can read more about that at the graduation practice post. My parents to save money are going to try to get my brother to wear my cap and gown his graduation. He'll just have to swap out the tassles so they're 2013 and not 2011. He'd be fine with it if they are able, and joking around they said I could wear mine and get in free if the material is verry divverent or it doesn't fit. Tickets are $3 and we aren't that stingy, just funny.

So now we're looking at the graduation its self. I get showered, and mom told me NOT to put my hat on afterwards. Why, so I don't get hat hair for my ceromony. But I wear the mortarboard hat with the tassles so I'm going to get hat hair anyways, and no pictures are taken without the hat, so I fail to see the logic. Whatever, it happened and my mom doesn't ask for much so I humored her. So I get dresses, in my black slacks, white shirt, pokemon tie, and safetyvest. Yes I wore the safety vest under the gown. Don't believe me check out this picture.

People that knew me well were wondering if I would, and I did. So being in a family of picture happy people, we spent probably 45 minutes or so taking pictures at my house. Here's just one, I don't really feel like showing all them here.
To see more, go to my myspace HERE.
We get in our van and procede to the place where the ceromony is. Since I was with my parents and especially my grandparents, it was a bit of a crazy ride up there; with my grandparents asking so many questions with few questions actually being answered. Oh well. So we get there 30 minutes early because we accounted for trafic, which there wasn't much. Because my grandma has such bad arthritis, she has a handycap sticker so we were able to park in the vip/handycap area. I saw a few of my friends while we were waiting for them to open the gates. More pictures, but this time I had my motarboard tilted to the right in similar fassion as when I wear my hat. My hat is alwayse tilted to the right. Here's one with tilted.

It's a little hard to really see, but it is tilted. For more pictures, myspace HERE. We get in and I meet up with my friends for some group shots, all of which are up on my myspace. I line up and get ready to go in. Let me just say this first, the tassles liked to get in my mouth and once they got in my eye, ouch.

We walk in and take our seets. Being a first row isle seat was great. As my friends who were in choir, orchestra, or symphonic band were going onto the stage so they could play with them, I would hold my hand out for a high 5 or what they dicided to give. I got many hand shakes, bro shakes, and high 5s. We hear speaches, the band, the orchestra and the choir. All of them were really good. My friend who won the senior speach contest did a great job. I entered but I didn't win, probably because I did nothing but reminis on past times and my own experiences, and wasn't serious at all. I'll probably film mine and make it a video. After all that it was time for diploma presentation. Instead of trying to tell you everything, a pictures worth a thousand words, and a video is 24 pictures a second.
My digital camera doesn't record sound so there's nothing wrong with your speakers or conection. I was the only student to give the president of the school board a hug after recieving my diploma. I did that because we were told to not draw a lot of attention to ourselves when getting our diplomas. But I am most unforgettable and love to be a ham, hugging instead of handshake was the perfect sollution. And aparently the president is leaving so I was the only one to give a hug to our outgoing president. On my way across the stage I accedently dropped my diploma, again only one to do that, but that atention draw was unintended. After the diploma presentation we did the ceremonial moving of the tassles from the right to the left. I was one of the kids that threw his hat up afterwards, but I was smart and lucky. Being first row I had a big empty space infront of me, so I threw in that general direction. I also didn't throw very high, so I was able to keep track easily and get mine right afterwards. We then proceded out, where I got more pictures with friends and teachers afterwards. I met up with my family and my girlfriend's family where we took some more photos. We then went home where I changed and got ready for the all night party.

Now I know what you might be thinking, but the all night party isn't like most parties. This one is shool sponcored, helled in the school athetic wing, and isn't full of drugs and achohol. It was still increadibly fun. I'll go in order of happening. First my friends and I did the bounce house things. The first one was the bungie races. Again, I got a first person perspective of me doing it.

Bungie Races First person perspective - The best home videos are here
Really fun. After that I did this thing where it was like soccer, dogeball, and basketball, all in a bounce house. No video from that because I didn't want to damage my camera. It was cool. We even had to wear these soft helmet things. They were similar to the helmet things wreselers wear. After that my girlfriend, best friend, and I made this video thing where we dance on a green screen to a song we choose using a digital background we choose. Afterwards we get a copy on dvd. Due to copyright, I may or may not upload it. It all depends if it will get through the censors on my ccpandhgviolatecopyright on dailymotion or if it is alowed on youtube with ads and stuff. It was cool because my safety vest made me vanish. I then made the others vanish as well. I swam with my girlfriend and some of her friends shortly after that. I did that for about 30 minutes, then got bord and went back out to the party. They had these casino games set up and we got a bag of chips. I played rulet, beet the dealer dice, and back jack. I did ok I guess. I didn't play much though. I did the cupid shuffle and the cha cha slide shortly afterwards. I got caricatures, one of just me and one of my girlfriend and I. I need to wait on the other but here's the just me one.

Funny stuff. Darkened optimist, aka my girlfriend, and I did this flipnote thing. I wish I could show it to you but I don't really know how to upload it. We actually spent a lot of time together at the all night party. There was this wishes wall where family and friends could write you one befor hand and it would get posted. We got to keep them afterwards. There were raffles for some good things, and entry was coming to the party. I unfortunately didn't win anything, but darkenedoptimist won an ipod shuffle. Now you may be wondering, with all this stuff, where do we put it? Well to keep from having to carry it around all night, we all got these duffle bags where we checked all our stuff and they were kept by the door. I went there many times. There was this wall where we got to see each other from elementary school year books. I saw a bunch of my friends from kindergarten to 5th grade. I changed a lot, mainly due to my beird.

Now the hypnotist deserves his own paragraph. Now hypnotism is a real science, but the extent to which some people believe is just superstition. This was sciencey. It was cool, while the vast majority was 11 lucky people doing most of the funny things, he was able to get the entire group to do some cool little things, but it didn't work well for me, to which I blame my ADHD. Hypnotism is just accesing the subconcious while quieting the concious, but my suconcious is weird. We looked at a hypno disk and the hypnotist told us to focus on it while thinking about a balloon inflating. After the hypnodisk and hearing and imaginig the balloon, we were then instructed to look at his head. His head was supposed to inflate, but for me it was kind of flunctuating by getting bigger then smaller. Weird. Then there was the mind reading, of which I say it's a magic trick and reading body language. I'm not a believer in mind reading, so there. Then there was more group hypnotism, where we like imagined our fingers being tied together by twist ties and rubber bands. Now for most that worked, because we were supposed to try to separate them but then we couldn't sort of thing. But my subconious put a splint or separater and they stayed separated. Then there was a ting where we were supposed to invision having our left wrist tied to many helium balloons and our right hand holding many books. I did that, and many people had their left arm up in the air and their right arm on the ground, but for some reason my books were increadibly light and high up and my left was heavy, tired, and on the ground. I think my subconcious was compensating for the lack of needing to hold up but then my left arm got really heavy because there weren't any balloons in actuallity and my right arm got really light because I was holding up the books, but with no books I raised my arm because it was so light. There was another relaxing thing where we were supposed to invision a candle, but one lone candle is to calm for my ADHD mind, so I kept invisioning many firework fuses. I tried the candle, but with the concious off, the subconcious has the power, and the subconcious wanted fuses. We were then supposed to invision stress melting away, but the only thing melting away was the color from my body and clotes making me balck and white. Our mind was supposed to go blank after the melting, but my subconcious wanted to play donkey kong, and thus I did, on an arcade cabenet as well. We were told when we come out of it we will be fully allert and not tired at all. I was that befor hand, and if anything I felt tirder. Something screwy going on. Well the last thing to decide if we were able to be funny up on the main stage area, was to imaginary super glue our hands toghether and we weren't able to pull apart until released. It kind of worked, but my subconcious said "no, you are hulk, you can pull them apart." I felt the togetherness, but I was able to pull them apart. I then checked my shirt to make sure I didn't rip it while hulking out. I really thought I ripped it. Darkenedoptimist was stuck, and she got hypnotised infront of everyone. She wasn't the funniest, but still prety funny. She bacame 4 years old and thought her bellybutton was stollen and other stuff. Nothing like believing that you are 4 agian I guess, but true age regression is a myth as I learned in psycology. She didn't remember anything, like many fully hypnotised people, so it was up to us, meening her friends and I, to tell her the funny things she did.

Well after the hypnotist show, it was time to say bye to everyone. I did, and got my bag. Fun time. Stupid internal clocks, I want to sleep. But later.
notes while typing: wow I'm tired, mmmmm ramen, my eye is still hearting from the tassle in my eye,