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inannajones got me a voucher for a Holistic Massage place for my birthday last year, and I finally got to using it.
It's a dull day, and it was raining a bit when I got there. A few minutes wait, and then into the massage room, which was nice - pictures on the walls, good strong colours, warm, and the massage table was more comfortable than many beds I've slept in. The massage was great. Really really good, and when I stood up afterwards to go back to the waiting room, I felt bizarrely loose and able to move.
And then there was the flotation. For those who haven't encountered it, you take off your clothes and step into this big rectangular fibreglass box, slightly bigger than a rowboat and about 5 feet high. There's eight inches or so of a very saline solution, at body temperature, in the bottom of it. You lie down, and float in it. It's very very bouyant, so there's not a chance of going under. And then you turn out the lights and you float there in the darkness and the silence for an hour.
It was strange, obviously. I lost all sense of where I was in the tank early on, only when I touched a side or end could I tell. My time sense went whistling out, telling me it might be back later. I couldn't tell if my eyes were open or not, there wasn't much to hear (the saline doesn't splash as sharply as water, even), no scent, and the only taste was when I accidentally got a taste of the solution, and decided I was never doing that again. The sense of touch gets very confused; the air and water are the same body temperature, and so there's only the slight difference in texture to tell if any part of the body is in the liquid or not.
After an indeterminate time (it was an hour and ten minutes, really) which could have been anything from twenty minutes to three hours, the lights came gently back on, and I extracted myself, and showered, and staggered out into the world.
Which leaped up and hit me with STUFF. Air! Light! Wind! Leaves! People! A cherry petal! I wandered coffeewards, grinning like a loon, stood in a coffee shop for a few minutes, and decided orange juice was a better bet. My direction sense left when my time sense came back - as much as it did - and I still haven't got it back properly.
Home now, and the stoned feeling is still in place, everything seems so much richer and realler.
I am so doing that again. But only on a dull day, coming out into sunlight would kill me.
inannajones got me a voucher for a Holistic Massage place for my birthday last year, and I finally got to using it.It's a dull day, and it was raining a bit when I got there. A few minutes wait, and then into the massage room, which was nice - pictures on the walls, good strong colours, warm, and the massage table was more comfortable than many beds I've slept in. The massage was great. Really really good, and when I stood up afterwards to go back to the waiting room, I felt bizarrely loose and able to move.
And then there was the flotation. For those who haven't encountered it, you take off your clothes and step into this big rectangular fibreglass box, slightly bigger than a rowboat and about 5 feet high. There's eight inches or so of a very saline solution, at body temperature, in the bottom of it. You lie down, and float in it. It's very very bouyant, so there's not a chance of going under. And then you turn out the lights and you float there in the darkness and the silence for an hour.
It was strange, obviously. I lost all sense of where I was in the tank early on, only when I touched a side or end could I tell. My time sense went whistling out, telling me it might be back later. I couldn't tell if my eyes were open or not, there wasn't much to hear (the saline doesn't splash as sharply as water, even), no scent, and the only taste was when I accidentally got a taste of the solution, and decided I was never doing that again. The sense of touch gets very confused; the air and water are the same body temperature, and so there's only the slight difference in texture to tell if any part of the body is in the liquid or not.
After an indeterminate time (it was an hour and ten minutes, really) which could have been anything from twenty minutes to three hours, the lights came gently back on, and I extracted myself, and showered, and staggered out into the world.
Which leaped up and hit me with STUFF. Air! Light! Wind! Leaves! People! A cherry petal! I wandered coffeewards, grinning like a loon, stood in a coffee shop for a few minutes, and decided orange juice was a better bet. My direction sense left when my time sense came back - as much as it did - and I still haven't got it back properly.
Home now, and the stoned feeling is still in place, everything seems so much richer and realler.
I am so doing that again. But only on a dull day, coming out into sunlight would kill me.
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