“In a moment I'm going to relax you more completely. In a moment I'm going to begin counting backwards from 10 to 1.
The moment I say the number 10 you will allow your eyelids to remain closed. The moment I say the number 10, you will, in your minds eye, see yourself at the
top of a small set of stairs.
The moment I say the number 9, and each additional number, you will simply move down those stairs relaxing more completely. At the base of the stairs is a large feather bed, with a comfortable feather pillow.
The moment I say the number one you will simply sink into that bed, resting your head on that feather pillow.
Number 10, eyes closed at the top of those stairs. Ten ...
Nine, relaxing and letting go. Nine ...
Eight, sinking into a more comfortable, calm, peaceful position ...
Six ... going way down ...
Five ... moving down those stairs, relaxing more completely.
Three ... breathe in deeply ...
Two ... On the next number, number one, simply sinking into that bed, becoming more calm, more peaceful, more relaxed ...
One ... Sinking into that feather bed, let every muscle go limp and loose as you sink into a more calm, peaceful state of relaxation.
You are doing very well, Michael. Now, I am going to give you a signal so you can enter into hypnosis more easily.
I am going to count from one to three. At the count of three, you will open your eyes, remaining deeply relaxed. When I say "Sleep now" and snap my fingers, that will be the signal for your eyelids to close down and you will go deeper into hypnosis.
All right. One. Two. Three. Open your eyes.
Sleep Now! Close them down and go deeper asleep.”
The doctor smiled. The tough guys never believe they can be hypnotized, but his brain was just as susceptible to the powers of meditation and suggestion as anyone else.
Michael had drifted slowly at first, thinking of Lisa as he absentmindedly followed the doctor’s instructions and imagined himself walking down a path with vast walls on both sides of him. He always prided himself on having a great imagination and did his best to make his maze both stylish and formidable as possible...then something else crept into his consciousness. It was frustrating to him because he wanted to continue to think of Lisa, but something was preventing him. He tried to force his thoughts back to Lisa, but it wasn’t working.
He had always considered himself as having a strong mind, but now, something else more powerful was taking over and directing his thoughts and he didn’t like it at all, but then someone told him to relax and he wasn’t angry about it anymore, after all. He found himself stopped at an intersection in his maze, questioning which path to take. A voice told him to go the right, but there was something to the left, he didn’t know what, but something that seemed to almost pull him in that direction. Again the voice told him to follow the path to the right, it led to relaxation. That sounded like a good idea. He could follow that path and relax and think about Lisa. He didn’t understand how, but he was indeed beginning to feel more relaxed, so he continued on the path to complete relaxation.
Then the feeling came back. Whatever it was, it was close and it had become very important to him, and it was on the other side of the very tall wall he was standing next to. It was very dark where he was, but something was over there, something important. Whatever was happening on the other side of the high wall was now more important to him than the maze and he must find a way to get there. He looked both ways, but only saw the massive wall going on seemingly without end. Then he turned and saw something leaning up against the wall on the other side of the corridor. He couldn’t believe his eyes, it was a ladder, and it appeared to reach to the top of the wall. He walked over the ladder and picked it up with ease, and placed it against the wall that he needed to get over. He climbed to the top of the ladder and then maneuvered himself on top on the wall. Michael looked down around him and saw that the maze was vast, beyond his sight, and everything around and above him was dark.
“What is that?” he thought. His eyes seemed to be adjusting to the lack of light now because something was beginning to come into focus around him, and he could hear something as well. Something familiar...the ocean. There is no ocean in Cleveland, or all of Ohio for that matter, and the waves were definitely too strong to be Lake Erie. He was obviously dreaming. Was he supposed to be dreaming?
He began to survey the landscape. He had no idea where he was at, but he felt a need to find out quickly, for he didn’t like not being in control of any situation. The maze had been completely forgotten and no longer could be seen below him. Instead, he saw a desert.
To his left he saw a car parked on the side of a dirt road. In fact, there were several cars parked intermittently along this dirt road, and all were high priced cars, one a limousine, and another a van. They were parked along a dirt road that must be close to the ocean, because he could hear it in the background. He could even smell the salt in the air and he could feel the unmistakable breeze you can only get when close to the ocean. This is no dream he thought to himself, he was there. How and why he didn’t know yet, but he intended to find out.
Michael looked at the cars again. They were parked unusually, almost in a pattern, and it cut off the road from being used in both directions. Curious, he thought to himself. He was supposed to be learning a pattern, but he was sure it didn’t pertain to this one, so he brushed it aside.
Someone opened the door to one of the Mercedes Benz and got out of the car, and Michael began to feel a little uneasy. Something about this didn’t feel right, and the man getting out of the Mercedes...he somehow knew him. He wanted to get a better look at the man, to be sure, though. He took a step toward him, but something tugged him back the other way. He glanced behind him, half expecting to see someone there with him, but there was nothing there but dirt road, sand, and patches of desert grass for as far as the eye could see. He didn’t want to go that way. He turned to go the other way again, toward the confection of cars, but once again he felt a tug on his mind to go the opposite direction.
“Michael, I need you to come this way with me.”
He turned to see who was there. Nobody. Frustrated, he again felt a building urge to walk down the empty dirt road, but he just did not have any desire to go that way. He glanced back to the man whose identity he needed to know, but the man began to get further away. He turned his head back to the dirt road and realized he was walking away from the mysterious man. It angered him a little, realizing he was somehow being forced to do something he did not want to do…walk down that lonely dirt road. He stopped yet again and attempted to walk the other way, needing to know who the man was.
“Michael, I insist you come this way, you agreed to listen to my directions and I need you to come this way.”
He found himself walking down the dirt road again, mesmerized by the commanding voice. He vaguely remembered his agreement to obey that voice, knowing it would lead him to complete relaxation, and he was a man of his word, so he must listen to the voice. He just wished he had a chance to ask Danny some questions first.
Michael spun back around toward the man by the Mercedes Benz; he knew his name. Of course, it was Danny. He was the key to this whole dream. He must speak to him. He began walking toward Danny with a purpose.
“Michael, you will come back!”
Michael decided he would listen to the voice and go back down the dirt road, just as soon as he spoke to Danny.
“Michael, I'm going to count from one to five, and then I'll say, "Fully aware." At the count of five, your eyes are open, and you are then fully aware, feeling calm, rested, refreshed, relaxed.
All right. One: slowly, calmly, easily you're returning to your full awareness once again.
Two: each muscle and nerve in your body is loose and limp and relaxed, and you feel wonderfully good.”
Michael did feel better. He was much more relaxed now, but he remained determined and strode confidently toward Danny.
“Three: from head to toe, you are feeling perfect in every way, physically perfect, mentally perfect, emotionally calm and serene.
On the number four, your eyes begin to feel sparkling clear. On the next number I count, eyelids open, fully aware, feeling calm, rested, refreshed, relaxed, invigorated, and full of energy.”
Michael was nearing the cars now, fully refreshed and calm. Danny had his back to him, but must have heard him coming because he was beginning to turn toward him now. He just realized he had no recollection of what Danny actually looked like. He was about to actually see him for the first time.
“Number five: You're fully aware now. Eyelids open. Take a good, deep breath, fill up your lungs, and stretch.”
Michael jolted awake. He looked over to the doctor with accusing eyes.
“You were out of my control, Mr. Deshay, I had no choice but to bring you back.”
He calmly stated, “Something important was about to happen. You must take me back, now.”