OK, someone was messing me around in the flotation tank this afternoon, and my eye would cast a suspicious glance in the direction of Clara Johnson on that front? No, I’m sure it wasnt, but…
What would normally happen is that I’d get in the pod, get comfortable, turn the light out, and then soon after that, the new world type music would start up for 10 minutes, then fade away for 45 minutes of complete silence, before the music starts up again, 5 minutes from the end, to get me ‘back to normal’ again, before the light comes back on, and get out, back into the boring real world again!
Today, well, the music never started up, but my mind quickly blanked out regardless, and after a little while, Clara broke through the ‘barrier’ and proceeded to have her fun, until the music actually started up, as I later found out, 10 minutes from the end! I mean, I thought the closing music was going on a bit longer than normal, but it was only when the light didnt come on, that I put 2 and 2 together, and made mischief! Even more so, when after climbing out, it didnt start the instant filtration process.
Anyway, got outside after shower, and dressing, and reported it to the owner. Seems something had gone wrong with the system, but anyway, I’m sure Clara wasnt really to blame, lol…? I did offer to finish off the hour from when it actually started, jokingly, but no, was never serious about that. But was it Clara making mischief, was she trying to play with my mind by changing the normal routine, who really knows? Suppose I’d just imagined that was actually the start of my hour, what games did she have planned for my mind? Not that I’d mind, but…?
So, when I got home tonight, what did Eric put on TV, and tease me about? Yes, you guessed it, my alien ‘relatives’! That combined with one of those silly Twitter trends, along the lines of ‘Aliens Are Probably Thinking’ as soon as I log into there just amused me no end. I’m one of those who love to think there really are aliens out there, and would love a ride in one of their space crafts, if any happen to read this. I can pass happily on the Anal Probing, but if its the only way I get to fly in an alien spacecraft, bring it on! I’d still love to get a really nice, ideally figure clinging (or reasonably clinging) alien suit for my Birthday, if anyone wants to treat me, if only to see Eric’s face when I walked in wearing it! No, I’m a part time, disabled worker, so paying out for silly things like that, not really going to happen, before anyone just tells me to get one! Being able to get out of it again, having put it on, purely optional! 😉
So today, I’ve had a day where I felt far from alone. Firstly, Clara taking charge, and having her fun, and then the thoughts of Aliens messing with my mind, and/or body, and living here on this planet, or offering me a ride through the solar system. All about as likely as me dancing like the pro Clara was, at Blackpool, but anyway…
OK, video time. Some vintage Tiffany, as an opposite to my day