I have had a lot of hypnotic experiences, many good, some bad, and some funny. Here’s one of the latter. Well, it’s funny now…
I own (am owned by?) two cats. They often wandered in when I was trancing, and would sometimes wander across my desk or jump into my lap. In the early days this was distracting enough that I’d wake up. Over the years, as I got better at trancing, I was able to stay under. Part of my mind would wake up, register the presence of the cat, and then fade away again. I still tried to remember to lock the cats out if it looked like a fun scene was developing in Second Life, but wasn’t too concerned if I forgot.
That was a mistake.
It’s never fun to be woken suddenly from trance. But trust me, it’s less fun when a whirling dervish of claws jumps on your head.
So there I was, being tranced, feeling like I was going really deep, when I saw the cat wandering up on my desk. She walked back and forth in front of the monitor, and part of my mind woke, and I felt the urge to push her out of the way. But I was just too relaxed, too heavy, to care enough to move.
Then she jumped on the chair’s arm, and I jumped a little too – nearly waking. But she hopped up onto the head rest of my chair and settled into her perch. She often lies there. Sometimes when you wake a little in trance, and then sink back down, you go deeper than you would have done otherwise. This process is called fractionation, and many hypnotists use it deliberately.
So after that near waking, I sinking heavier and quicker. The cat had lulled me into a sense of peace, and waited till I was so deep, I was struggling to keep my eyes open and focussed on the screen. Then she pounced, leaping from her perch on to the top of my head (and then immediately bounded away, having had her fun).
It was such a shock. I was so far gone, and had no idea what had happened. I may have screamed! *giggle*
Needless to say, the trance was ruined, and the door stays locked now when I have a trance.
The cats are more cunning than me though, and sometimes they hide. So I start a trance thinking I’m safe, and they wait for their moment to pounce. In a battle of wits, a bimbo is outmatched by a cat. So much so, that the exact same thing has happened once more, when I started a trance forgetting that the cat was already on the headrest of my chair, sleeping. They won’t catch me a third time! (I hope.)