I received this email today from a friend:
"I don't think it was stress, what I was feeling can be best described by offering an analogy that you can use to recreate my mindset accurately:
'Imagine your mood after spending an entire morning being constantly interrupted by a troop of midget mimes your stuck on a bus with. They gesture wildly in an attempt to get your attention, then some spare "Change". The next thing you remember, your on the ground, your body covered with a thousand miniature boot and fist marks. Fast forward to just before noon, you've made it home, and start to prepare a hot bath to recuperate in. Once in the tub, you quickly fall asleep ... and when you wake ... something is definately not right. It takes a few moments to realize and believe, but your no longer in a tub of hot water, but submerged in a tub of kosher BORSCHT! The overwhelming smell and terror incompacitates your motor skills. So you remain frozen, motionless amongst the cabbage. But what's this? Into the bathroom walk half a dozen Hasidic Rabbis with big wooden ladles.Without hesistation, they proceed to feast ...
... at this point, you are awakened by your cell phone. On the other end awaits proof that this is indeed your familiar reality. Later, when you try to recall the dream, it vaporizes. Leaving you with only some strangely spiritual crust to clean out of your eyes, and a mean hankering for soup.'
I hope that works for you, the only other way to describe what I felt would be through 'Interpretive Dance'. So, in the event you need more clarity, then I will dance, expressively."
"I don't think it was stress, what I was feeling can be best described by offering an analogy that you can use to recreate my mindset accurately:
'Imagine your mood after spending an entire morning being constantly interrupted by a troop of midget mimes your stuck on a bus with. They gesture wildly in an attempt to get your attention, then some spare "Change". The next thing you remember, your on the ground, your body covered with a thousand miniature boot and fist marks. Fast forward to just before noon, you've made it home, and start to prepare a hot bath to recuperate in. Once in the tub, you quickly fall asleep ... and when you wake ... something is definately not right. It takes a few moments to realize and believe, but your no longer in a tub of hot water, but submerged in a tub of kosher BORSCHT! The overwhelming smell and terror incompacitates your motor skills. So you remain frozen, motionless amongst the cabbage. But what's this? Into the bathroom walk half a dozen Hasidic Rabbis with big wooden ladles.Without hesistation, they proceed to feast ...
... at this point, you are awakened by your cell phone. On the other end awaits proof that this is indeed your familiar reality. Later, when you try to recall the dream, it vaporizes. Leaving you with only some strangely spiritual crust to clean out of your eyes, and a mean hankering for soup.'
I hope that works for you, the only other way to describe what I felt would be through 'Interpretive Dance'. So, in the event you need more clarity, then I will dance, expressively."