Very similar.
I felt like my only existence was in the center of my forehead. That's why I described as almost out-of-body, because I felt like my body was just there.
The best part was my dream. The first two nights, nothing really happened. Last night, though...
The first couple nights I'll admit it, I wanted to be alone in a closet with Jennifer Conelly. That was my purpose. To dream I was in a closet with Jennifer Conelly, and that she was in a randy mood for frolicking. Nothing happened.
Last night, in my bad mood, Scheele asks if there's anything I wanted figured out, and I'm like, "Hey Paul, why don't you get a psychiatrist to tell me what the hell is wrong with my life? That would be a great f'in dream."
I was grouchy.
But then he asks if we're doing it for pleasure, and I'm like, "Fine, I guess give me some lovin', too, pimp daddy Scheele."
My dream?
A hot psychiatrist tells me everything is going to be okay, and that I'll get it together. She pointed some stuff out in my dream I thought was very interesting, and then after our session was over, she asked me, how I'd like to pay for it.
I didn't have any money, and she goes, "Well...then you have to compensate me for my services, somehow..." as she unbuttoned her blouse.
I woke up very very refreshed.
THANK GOD FOR LSC
-Ramon http://razor.ramon.com
