"hypnosis? oh, yeah, i do that sometimes."
""like i hypnotize people. you know. my followers. it's something they ask for kinda a lot so yeah. i just snap my fingers and like, you know, in kinda a, you know, slow voice, like, you're falling under my spell...like...yeah."
"oh, so you're a hypnotist?"
"i mean i guess? uhm...that sounds like kind of a lot to say, like a job title, like, i don't know about that. just when people ask me."
"so have you been hypnotized?"
"me? uhm, no. i've never like, looked anything kike that up or watched it. if there are really people that like, are hypnotists, like they say they have an especial power to do that, i would be interested for them to try. i don't know. it sounds pretty magical "
"it sort of feels magical. and i think i know what you mean, more like surreal or supernatural than just, really good, like how people usually mean magical, like, that place is wonderful, the apple pie is magical."
"so you then -- you wouldn't have any problem thinking it's real?"
"no. i mean, maybe. there are delusive states, fugue states, you know, you have like a fever dream -- if there's a different, very intense and long enough, sharp enough situation, especially intentionally induced by somebody, then yes. i have no trouble seeing that someone could...enter a really different place. i dont know if i could, or would, and i don't know if it would be just like they show. that it could happen, or you could be in a really different place, yes."
"that's interesting. have you ever been in...what you would call a different state, like that? or what would be an example of a different state for you?"
he thought for a long minute or two.
"one time, in about 7th grade, i lost my keys. it wasnt a huge problem, like immediately, yet if they were really lost my parents would've changed all the keys to the house, it would've been a whole hassle. so it was like, 3:30 or whatever, and i ran back to school like three blocks, and the last class i was in was gym, yet i couldn't get into the locker rooms to look, and i was running up and down around the school and couldn't find anyone, and i was just going like full freak out, and then i ran into one of the other gym teachers and like broke down crying when i saw him. for a moment he was just like utterly confused and after i explained and he let me in to look i think he was still a little like, concerned about how big a deal it seemed to me. anyway they weren't there, and i just kind of was like well i did what i could. and wasn't so like, keyed up to ninety nine. i walked home and then someone from my class had left a voicemail that they found the keys and would bring them tomorrow. so it was all kind about nothing as it turned out. so yeah, i dont know why that came to mind. it was just like a dream sequence, running around and around the empty halls."
"that's interesting. like being lost in something that was suddenly so different, suddenly the school was empty in the space of 30 minutes and the sudden change in an environment you just left and went right back to, had actually left something of yours in. yes, that could feel almost like a dream, that you'd found something in, and for a moment or two you think you still have it when you wake up. the school of day, with people, and your keys, disappeared like in a dream."
"yes. i suppose. i guess. gosh. that was a real like, oh goddd. anyway. i dont think i would be like that now, i would just be like, aww fuck. so yeah."
"so if you were...hypnotized to think that you'd lost your keys, do you think you would find that, you know, too scary?"
"no. i don't think so. i'm not sure. i obviously would be...pretty bothered. like i wouldn't be able to get it out of my mind. i would look everywhere. that's what i'm like when i lose things."
"that's interesting. so if i were to say...imagine losing your keys. that is something that might ring...a chord with you. it would be something particularly easy to conjure the feeling of. especially right know, since you just were. now if you imagine being at your door and you go with your hand to where you keep your keys, and they're not there. could you close your eyes, and imagine that for a moment? this is being hypnotized, by the way, if you don't find that too strange."
"oh, really? oh. ok." he closed his eyes.
i saw his forehead calm. he was imagining that feeling, that moment of -- ?? -- where are -- ?? -- you check your other pockets -- where -- ?? -- -- -- you blink. frick! i didn't need to say those parts, though. that's naturally what one imagines. so as i saw him thinking, in that place where he was in a moment of "??" -- i took his arm by the wrist, his right arm, and lifted it up in the air. i said, "your hand is on the doorknob." i let go of his wrist and his hand hovered in the air. "turn it. it's unlocked." i saw him turn his hand, and start -- now he was there, looking into a room he didn't expect be able to see -- i said, "yet this is a different place. this is the room of hypnosis. of being hypnotized. if you step in, all that's there is a long, long couch, and a wide, wide bed. if you lay down on the couch, you'll find that you quickly relax deeply into a strange, new kind of sleep. this sleep is hypnosis. complete, total relaxation of the body, focus of the mind. the body thinks it is asleep, yet the mind is here, with me. lay down, spread yourself out, stretch -- on that couch now."
his head nodded down. his arm was still raised partway in the air, where i had put it on the doorknob. "when i tug your arm in a moment, deep sleep, total relaxation throughout your mind and body, total calm, peace, rest, and life and take a deep breath in -- aand -- " i tugged -- "deep sleep. now. totally hypnotized. this is being hypnotized. and the magical thing is, if i tug your hand like that, like this -- " i lifted and tugged again -- " deep sleep, right back right here, deeply hypnotized all in a moment magically just like that."
then i said, "open your eyes now." i was still holding his right arm by the wrist. he opened his eyes, blinking, and looked right into mine, with perfect wonder. i tugged his arm, saying, "deep sleep." he relaxed utterly, nearly melting onto the floor from his chair. i caught him by the shoulder and steadied him down to resting half-curled on the floor. his eyes were fluttering, i could see.
"the room of hypnosis right now is getting lighter, brighter and brighter. what do you see in the room of hypnosis?"
"i would like you to open your mind in a moment. excuse me, open your eyes. in a moment. and you will be all normal again, awake, eyes open in a moment knowing you were hypnotized, knowing hypnosis is real as you did already and that you've experienced being hypnotized now and yet, what exactly do you remember? that, you can think about whenever you're having ice cream. and one, two, three, abracadabra, eyes open now -- " "snap* "wide awake wide awake, blinking, perfect. yawn, stretch if you like. perfect. so -- you were just hypnotized."
he blinked, and cocked his head lightly to the side.
"what do you remember it feeling like?"
he looked to the left, thinking, then in my eyes. "uhm, i think it was...ice cream? does that make sense?"
"yes, in a way. you did imagine...ice cream. an ice cream cone perhaps. i'm not sure."
he blinked. "i...think it worked, though. i'm not sure why i feel this way if i don't remember. i think it was...it couldn't just be ice cream. like i imagined eating ice cream until i was hypnotized? i could see something like that. an ice cream cone on a hot day is pretty intense, like we were saying about different intense things before. you have to really focus on it and fast, like -- or it all melts."
"right. it was something like that."
"that's interesting. that's really interesting. okay. ice cream."
i wanted to tug his hand again, yet i wanted to wait a minute, to let him equilibrate and feel a little further from it, so it would feel more strange. he didn't say anything for a minute, blinking and stretching a bit. i could see that he was thinking over the experience. then he got a text, and had to go. we had been talking longer than he'd thought, and he was a bit late meeting someone somewhere. i've seen him a few times in the several days since, and i keep thinking about tugging his hand. we haven't been in a quiet place again yet though. when we are, i'll ask if he thinks it could really work. when ha asks what i mean, i'll say, "the hypnotic signal, to bring you right back into hypnosis." he might just blink, and be stuck thinking for a moment, and i'll tug his hand right then, or he might ask what the hell i'm talking about, and i'll ask him to rise his right hand like he's holding an ice cream cone. i'll take his arm by the wrist with one hand, and mime taking the ice cream cone with the other. then i'll tug -- "deep sleep...now." that's the sequence of things running in my mind over and over right now anyway. and then i usually just start thinking about eating the ice cream cone. brownies a la mode. crunchy. coold. holding his arm by the wrist still. letting it drop. "ha ha. i took your ice cream. you're really hypnotized."