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| Thursday, June 11, 2009 |
| Massage |
I had the weirdest dream.
I was in school, we were setting up to do paraffin wax treatments. Our instructor was telling us that we weren't going to melt the wax completely, just enough that it would have a soft consistancy. She demonstrated, blobbing a giant white chunk on the TA's forehead. Then she pulled out a big black garbage bag and proceeded to pull it over the TA's head, taping it at the neck. She turns to the class, saying we needed to leave the client in this state for fifteen minutes. Looking around the room, everyone wore looks of complacency like this was completely normal.
I spoke up.
"Isn't that going to kill her?"
The instructor looked at me like I was a problem child,"No, actually this treatment is widely recommended, it exfoliates the skin and slows the body's systems down by limiting the amount of oxygen it receives."
I'm apalled.
"Fifteen minutes breathing in a bag is going to kill her!"
I break for the table and pull at the tape around the TA's neck. She struggles with me, batting my hands away. Everyone is gasping and putting their books in front of their faces, they are all laughing at me.
I manage to pull the bag off the TA's face. She is livid, screaming at me. "you idiot!! This is my favorite modality, I have been doing this for twelve years and have yet to have anyone die on my table! You are much too overdramatic!"
The instructor asks me why I came to school in the first place, if not to learn. I tell her its a proven fact that depriving the body of oxygen will kill a person. Everyone in the room is looking back and forth between us. The instructor tells me to leave the room and get a drink of water.
I do.
When I return everyone has completed their treatment. I expected to find a room full of dead people, with my instructor to blame. But, when I walk in, everyone is still alive and all of them have the exact same face. Everyone looks just like the instructor. I only can tell the difference between people by the clothing they wear and the shapes of their bodies. They are all telling me to join them, insisting that I get on the table and complete the treatment.
I ran out of the room, trying to get to the door that exits the building, but it kept moving away from me. It was twenty feet, then zoomed to forty, then was just at my fingertips, but my hands kept going through it like it was never there. Like it was a projection.
When I turned around everyone was singing along with the instructor to a compilation CD. The TA had a guitar and the girl that was sitting at the front desk in the lobby was leaping around throwing confetti in the air.
I woke up laughing.
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posted by katmandusuekookachoo @ 2:22 PM  |
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