Chapter 9
Five years ago, I only had emotional reactions.
And now, I am the manifestation on the behavioral level.
I fell asleep in a comfortable lounge chair.
Kenneth Harding began to hypnotize.
I entered dreamland.
In the dream, I was seeing things from the perspective of a robotic vacuum cleaner.
I saw Antwan.
He was sleeping.
I climbed on top of him and stuck out my tongue to lick his face.
There was no bloody smell.
I started to speak softly.
“Salma, climb quickly, climb faster, I don’t want to die.”
Antwan slowly woke up.
He saw me, first ruffled my hair, and mumbled, “Why aren’t you sleeping?”
I confirmed that he was alive, so I turned around and crawled away.
Antwan finally realized that something was wrong.
He turned on the bedside lamp and then let out a startled scream!
I remained indifferent.
I crawled under the bed, then crawled out from under the bed, and crawled into the living room.
Antwan chased after her and said, “Salma, what’s wrong? Don’t scare me!”
I heard it, but it was as if I hadn’t heard it.
It was about to explode, so I had to crawl away.
Antwan said with a trembling voice, “I was really scared. Are you possessed?”
When I climbed back from the balcony to the living room, he finally made up his mind.
He squatted down, trying to lift me up.
I thought it was the seatbelt that was restraining me, not allowing me to escape.
I suddenly screamed, “I don’t want to die! I don’t want to die! Let me go!”
Antwan, such a strong man, suddenly went soft.
Tears and snot all burst out.
But he covered his mouth and dared not cry out.
I climbed on top of him again, and stuck out my tongue to lick his face.
There was no bloody smell.
Great, he wasn’t hurt.
Istared at him with hollow eyes, more black than white.
I whispered, “Hurry up, Salma, climb faster.”
I crawled away again.
Antwan thought about calling the police, then gave up.
He sat on the sofa gnawing at the cross on his wrist, watching me crawl all night.
When it was dawn, I returned to my bed.
He just flipped open the suitcase and haphazardly packed his clothes.
He made up his mind to break up.
I woke up from the lounge chair.
As soon as I opened my eyes, I asked, “Did I climb?”
Kenneth laughed and said, “No, hypnosis is different from sleep. I am guiding you to revisit specific scenes.”
I nodded, “I saw it, I scared Antwan out of his wits.”
Kenneth said, “During the hypnosis session, he messaged me.”
I was stunned, “Who?”
Kenneth: “Antwan.”
I asked, “What did he say?”
