Another day crossing stuff off the list

Awesome, my bank put the final payment through today, so hopefully (should do!) get the keys to the place tomorrow 🙂

The day started off well with me going to PICA to check out the new exhibit, they had some technically awesome work on new dystopias by Richard Gibleett upstairs (I really should have taken a brochure) and a pretty amazing KNITTED sculpture of a woman walking on her lawn whilst getting pulled into the underworld….

This was followed by a sushi bento lunch (was supposed to be a sashimi platter, but the waitress was a bit dense… – the sushi was brilliant anyways).

In the afternoon I got past life regression (another one crossed off the list), I’m going to go into a bit of detail on this, which may make me appear more insane then I really am, or possibly more sane, dependant on how well you know me.
Basically at some point in my relaxation/hypnosis I was standing in this white room, all of a sudden I was getting pulled by the back of my head down this dark tunnel. Eventually I was running my hands down this ornate chestplate thinking how cool it was, and how well it’s lines were contructed. Looking around I was in some sort of barn or (more realistically) a smithy of sorts. After a while I put the armour on, put on gaulntlets (there appeared to be no chain mail, all of it was fairly ornate plate) and I was walking around this garden which felt a lot like France. I was just strolling thinking how there was no good reason for me TO wear armour, but that it looked kind of cool and impressive non the less. I stopped to chill out and run my hands through the ponds that littered the garden, I had a pain in my left leg. Then I sort of left the body and decided to fly around the garden/grounds/manor, landing in trees, looking up from under the water, basically acting like a celestial bee.

Eventually I caught up with my friend, (who was pulling me by the head into this in the 1st place). My friend was a big black spiky ball which was sort of floating around beside me. It had sort of a red glow to it, but it was very friendly and felt almost like a blokey mate sorta entity. I believe the whole black-spiky-ominous thing was more of just for show, much like when homer gets visited by Kernel Klink as his guardian angel. So the two of us went back to the original white room, where I was in a sphere of my own, but it was full of ‘screens’, sort of like the architect’s room from the Martix, but not, becasue this was spherical and I could see out from between the screens, and control their ever-spinning movement, move them aside, etc to look outside the sphere. After chilling out with my friend black spiky ball for a while I returned to reality. I really wasn’t going to stick around for the armoured guy to die, seeing as I was unsure of a date I wasn’t about to put past a beheading in the french revolution.
After this I am still unsure of the authenticty of the whole experience, I was expecting something where I was under more of a ‘trance’, with the above I feel that the situation may have been a mere facilitation by the psycic of a situation where I am relaxed enough to let my imagination reign, rather then a spiritual expereience. That being said, maybe that’s what it is, an induced dream-like state…….