I waited outside of his office for nearly half an hour as he was late coming back from lunch. This was the first time I had ever been to see a hypnotherapist and I was extremely nervous. I was going to see him for a couple of sessions for him to teach me the fundamentals of hypnotherapy. After these couple of sessions I hoped I would be able to hypnotize myself into a trance and form my own hypnotic suggestions.
He finally arrived and went straight to his office and I waited another five minutes before he came out. I stood up and shook his hand and we went inside. His office was posh, everything was made of expensive oak and all the furniture was of the finest leather. I sat down in one of the leather chairs and he sat down as well, the only thing between us was an oak table. There was only one light on in the office and it was the one that directly hung over our heads. Finally I had gotten a good look at him in the light. He had a sharp nose, his brown eyes were close together and his hair was tightly permed. There was a gold chain hanging around his neck which revealed a hairy chest that wooled its way out of a partially unbuttoned shirt. He had a hypnotic look about him to say the least.
We talked for a bit about what I wanted from hypnosis and then we talked price. He wasn't cheap but I told him I could afford a couple of sessions. After the small talk he explained to me what hypnosis was all about and how one must submit to be hypnotized. He expressed emphatically that you cannot be hypnotized if you don't want to be and I told him that I wanted to.
From this point he taught me deep breathing and how to relax all the body parts individually as well as the body as a whole. Once he had hypnotized me into a trance he got me to repeat certain sentences and phrases that would help me build my self confidence so I could ask out my dream girl. These were suggestions which formed visual images in my mind. We then ran through a scenario where he spoke slowly and all I was focusing on was connecting his voice to the mental imagery in my head. The visual movie in my mind began to play based on the words he spoke...
"You are looking your best. You just got a your hair cut at the finest salon and you're feeling fresh. You put on your best shirt and blazer, you look at yourself in the mirror and like what you see. You polish you shoes and smile at your reflection in them. You spray on a mist of the cologne called, "Million Dollar Man," but the truth is you feel like a million dollars tax free. You get into your recently washed and waxed car and drive to her workplace. You step inside and she's at her desk. You smile and she's smiles back. You make small talk and she laughs. You ask her for coffee and she says she off in an hour."
I imagined it all to perfection as he spoke, everything was so real and vivid. He then snapped his fingers, but I didn't want to come out of the trance.
He snapped again and still nothing as I continued my trance with the girl of my dreams.
Snap! Snap! Snap!
In my trance I was now at my dream girl's apartment where I entered the living room where she was lying naked on the couch.
Snap! Snap! Snap! Went his fingers.
He then stopped snapping his fingers because he must have noticed the smile on my face.