Harmor wrote:
So I've been having some very vivid dreams lately and last night was no different.
Last night had me in what I could best describe as a villa overlooking the Gulf of Mexico. A clear day with windows and doors all open and wash on the line. I feel like I'm this building is owner of someone very important or ruthless.
I was called to tend to some unruly kids in another room playing with a small white dog. Mind you all this time I feel like I'm actually there and have to question myself when I wake up whether I was really there or not.
I take the small dog by its collar into another room and let it go. I feel tired and like if I spent an entire day working and need to rest.
I lay down, face down, on a brown couch with a pine or oak coffee table next to it, a older TV set (a tube tv not a flat screen), on the fall wall.
A few moments later an Asian woman, sitting comes in and sits on the coffee table next to me and ask if I would like a message; I nod.
Now this is where things get weird. She pull from a bag or purse what look like tweezers with small orange rubber tips in place of the sharp ends and a shiny black handle with white lettering in its center.
My face to the side she pulls back the collar to the back of my neck, feels around with her left hand and then touches my skin with this device. I then feel like I can't move, my entire body some how disconnected from my brain, but I'm still breathing evenly.
She slips my top off from my now lifeless body, unhinges my bra and slips my arms from my shoulder straps by bending them backwards to the middle of my back. The bra then hangs off the edge of the couch as she places my arms lengthwise on my body.
I'm thinking to myself, why can't I move, I feel everything, but can't move. But for some reason I don't feel threatened or scared, I actually feel very relaxed. My perspective of my body changes from my current view to now floating about 3 or 4 feet above my left shoulder looking at my body and her sitting there next to me. The only thing I have on still is my powder-blue cotton shorts with white trim and my ankle-high white socks.
She then reached back into her bag and gets some body lotion from a gold container and rubs it into my shoulders, neck, and back.
I feel all of thsi, very vividly as I'm sleeping in real-life, her rubbing the ointment into my back, the cool breeze slightly chilly as it runs over my legs, then over my back, and then though my hair. I feel the hairs on my arm rise with goosebumps like if its really happening - this all a sensation while soundly sleeping still in real-life surprises me.
Another woman comes in, a white brunette, freckled and younger than the Asian lady - she sits next to her.
The brunette is handed the ointment and starts rubbing it into my legs and calves. By now the Asian lady starts bending my arm in all directions, stretching it in all directions.
This goes on for a while until they both leave. I wake up in real life in the same position I saw myself when I was dreaming completely refreshed and relaxed thinking to myself, did all that just happen?
