Sunday, April 8, 2018

Talent Sets the Floor, Character Sets the Ceiling....



I went to take a nap between appointments. The next session was going to be a training session with a therapist who was having misgivings about working this session, which was going to be a training session, feeling she didn't need to go through any training sessions. The session required the use of hot towels and stones, even though she has never really been properly trained to use such tools.

While I slept I dreamed I was doing several massages. Then an Asian woman came in (who I now recognize might be this therapist, though I didn't note that in my dream). I began to massage her, slowly working to stretch and loosen her body. While I was doing this, she lay there as though she was in a deep sleep. Without thinking much about it, I began to float towards the ceiling, holding onto  her while I continued to stretch and massage her. I was feeling quite light and almost ethereal, while she in turn felt like dead weight. I didn't mind though and just continued to work on her. She lay in my arms and seemed like she was going to move with me, but just as I got to the ceiling, and my thought was to just pass right through it, I realized her right foot was literally clinging to the table below us. That was when I noticed her body was now stretched all out of proportion. I floated back down, and still holding her, I laid her back onto the table as gently as I could. I then tried to arrange her body back onto the table in a more normal position. When I got to moving her neck and head around, that was when I realized her neck was actually broken. Up to that point I never actually checked her neck and realized that she had already been like that before I even began working on her. I rested my hands behind her neck to give her better support, but knew there was nothing I could really do to help her. I could tell she was still alive and conscious, but she was still completely 'asleep' to everything that had just happened. I woke right as I was telling her that I was sorry, I really tried, but there was nothing I could to do to help her.

When I actually woke up and checked my phone, I saw a message from the therapist I was expecting to meet with for the training, saying she was quitting.