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Friday, May 25, 2012

A Simple Request

Warning: Graphic, and kinda depressing

Background music: New Animals From The Air by Eluvium on Talk Amongst the Trees
Story by myself, called "A Simple Request"
Background picture from wallbase.cc

Monday, May 21, 2012

Hypno used Hypnosis!

Yes, I got hypnotized over the weekend at the Renaissance Festival.

Yes, if you don't believe me and try it out yourself with that mindset, you won't get hypnotized.

No, he didn't make me take off all my clothes or do anything that embarrassing.

What hypnosis really feels like is a state of deep relaxation. If you're open to it and follow his directions, and you're the right type of person, then you're able to be hypnotized. He puts the willing members of the audience through a pair of mini diagnostic tests to see if we were able to be hypnotized. One of them involved imagining and focusing on having a bucket of heavy sand in one hand and a lightweight balloon in the other. If our hands weren't parallel to the ground afterward, then we were focused and relaxed enough to be good candidates. The second test was having our hands glued together so tightly that we couldn't pull them apart. He had us stand in the middle of this test, and those who actually followed that command were people that were able to be hypnotized. When he said to stand, it came almost automatically for me, like it was just a good idea to stand up. Nothing forced me to do anything, I just stood up because I wanted to.

That's how the entire rest of my journey through hypnosis went - I was conscious, but all the things he told me to do were things that I was so focused on doing and okay with following along. When he told us we were on a lake, I could picture the whole thing. When he described being on the moon, I could see it. When he told me that I couldn't remember the number six, I could not recall it for the life of me. He had some people count their fingers out loud into the mic for everybody to hear, and they said "1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11..." and looked at their hands, extremely confused. The funny part for me was that I was looking at my hands at the same time and felt the same exact way. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't figure out why. Even after I had left the stage and we were heading to the next show, I still had a little mental trouble counting to ten properly. I had to make a very slight mental pause running through the numbers.

Like I said, I was conscious the whole time. But I was in my own little world and the audience was so far away and the others hypnotized with me were around but not really there. During it, I couldn't really remember anything except the most recent event. Then I got back with my friends and they started laughing and joking along with me about it and I started remembering more and more.

So yeah, it really does work with people who are willing and open to it, and have the right personality type. If you can't really stay focused or relaxed, then you can't really be hypnotized fully. And if you go into it thinking that it's a load of crap, well, then you're not going to be hypnotized because you're thinking so much about that.

It felt really nice afterward, too. We were all in such a deep, relaxed state that it was mostly restful. Anytime the audience laughed or applauded or cheered, the hypnotist told us that it would put us in an even more relaxed state. If you want a full rundown of everything that happened, I can talk you through the half hour of fun. Just know that I pretty much can't get embarrassed by it - one of the things he told us was that, when we're with friends, we'd joke and laugh along with them (instead of feeling embarrassed about the whole thing). And it's worked so far when I talk about it with people.

Still don't believe me? Well there's nothing much I can tell you otherwise. I wasn't paid, I wasn't asked to talk about it, the guy was just doing his show and I participated and had a lot of fun. And I feel like my life's just a little bit better because of it.

Monday, May 14, 2012

First Breath After Coma

Beep beep.

Beep beep.

Beep beep.

Nick woke up with a searing headache. The heart rate monitor calmly blipped in the background. His entire right side ached, and the right side of his face was swollen. He slowly opened his eyes, and blinked a few times to get accustomed to seeing light again. His head was set in place, but he was able to see most of the room from where he was. He was lying in bed in a mostly white, sterile smelling hospital room. His arm was hooked up with an IV and his right leg in a cast. After his vision finished adjusting, he could read "Wake up soon" written on the top of it. He smiled, trying to grasp what had happened.

Beep beep. Beep beep.

The last thing he could remember was being in the backseat. Cody and Corey, twins, were in the front seats of the car. The three of them had grown up living next door to each other, going to the same school and being in some of the same clubs. Graduation was just a few weeks away, and they had just left Taco Bell Thursdays that they always did. Jessie was in the backseat to his left. Nick had finally gotten the balls to ask her out just the week before, and was thrilled that she had said yes. Things were running so far so good for the two, though Cody and Corey couldn't resist poking fun at them the whole time while eating.

They were cruising through town, on their way home. Cody got the green light at the intersection and was halfway through when the world became a screaming whirlwind of flying metal. They spun around, ending up facing as if they were in the middle of a left turn. They were there for less than a second, just enough time for Nick to look over to Jessie's frightened face when the second hit came to their right.

Beep beep. Beep beep.

Nick was in and out of consciousness from there, waking up to sirens on their way and people asking if he was alright. He groaned, waking up again when being put on the stretcher. The paramedics' faces were obscured by the bright flashing lights nearby and Nick's blurry vision.

Beep beep. Beep beep.

How many days was he out? One, two? It felt like he hadn't moved in years, and didn't dare try to shift in the bed. It was quiet in the room, the only sounds coming from whatever machines that he was attached to. He waited another ten minutes before a nurse came in to find him awake. She was surprised to see him awake, and told him that everybody he knew was worried sick. After Nick's doctor came in to check on a few things, he let in Nick's family and friends.

His parents and little sister came in, then Cody pushed in Corey in a wheelchair with Jessie coming in last. The three had a few cuts and bruises, and Corey's leg was mangled but salvageable, but they were overall alright. Apparently the doctor didn't have much faith in Nick making it through. The second car, a diesel engine toting truck, had hit squarely on the back where Nick sat, and should've done much more damage than it had. The pictures of the wreck were terrifying, and Nick wouldn't have given himself much chance to live. He sighed, glad to be alive.

Beep beep. Beep beep.


I wrote this in one of my notebooks a month or so ago, then promptly left the notebook at a Waffle House. So it's pretty much as good as gone. I tried to rewrite this from memory, but I know it was much different than this. The names were different, and it's not the exact same story as I wrote it initially, but the general idea is at least the same.

Usually when I listen to most of the post-rock I've got, I come up with stories in my head. I apply some to my first story while others are more independent. Like this one - the name of the song and the siren-sounding guitar about seven minutes or so into the song gave me this idea. To time it out just right, I usually pictured the crash in slow motion.

The song is First Breath After Coma, by Explosions in the Sky

Thanks for reading!

Tuesday, May 8, 2012

Cars and Bars

Woo, Flickr!

I took some pictures at the GT Auto Show a couple months ago, and there were plenty of nice cars (and photographers). Some of my best shots, in my opinion...

Man, that Lamborghini...

That's the majority of pictures that I've taken since the end of Project 365. There were some nature pictures as well as some of my parents' home that they wanted me to take, but that was only about 20 to 30, while there were 130 car pictures.

Other than that, I've got two more 8-bit music songs that I've made. I'd say they're quite jazzy.

That's all I've got for you today. Maybe because it's summer I'll actually do something interesting, or maybe not.