Three simple retrievals. They were so simple that I suspect that my presence
wasn't really needed, and that I participated just to get some training.

I never saw anything visually. Everything was done by imagination.


MY HYPNOPOMPIC IMAGE

Some days ago I had this early morning hypnopompic image in front of
my eyes. It was the silhouettes of people on bleachers at some kind
of sports event, possible horse raising.


ICE CREAM BOY

Two days have passed and I tried to remember how the rows of seats
look of the bleachers. I got the impression of several seats, with lots
of people. Could it be 1920 or 1930? People had fancy clothes but I
didn't get any clear impressions. I thought we where in England.

I decided to stand up and walk around, realizing that this was a full
area of sport seats and open areas. I never managed to look at the
event. It could be horse raising, the end area of a fancy golf course
or some other sports event where the audience had to sit high up.

I decided I wanted to have something to eat. And opened a low ice box
filled with various ice cream cones. I picked one. Then realizing that
this must be a place for rich people where I was allowed to pick my
own ice cream, I guessed I had to pay somehow.

I saw this boy, taller than me, perhaps little over 20 years, standing
besides the big ice freezer box. He had some funny clothes like an
old times elevator piccolo, and he had a smaller box at his stomach
where he collected cash. I gave him some kind of coin I picked from my
pocket.

Then I said to him: "Should we go to the backside and take a look?"
The ice cream boy answered: "Yes, we could do that." But then he hesitated.
I don't know who he thought I was, but somehow a "second" ice cream boy
came and took his place, so he could leave without risk of loosing any
payment.

I was under the impression that we were supposed to go to the back of
the sports arena. We went down some stairs and the scene changed somehow,
the walls turned white and the ice cream boy's funny red and yellow
piccolo clothes changed into a dark grey suit. I also got the impression
that the time period had changed, perhaps my first impression was just
to prime the pumps? We exited the arena and I now got the impression
we where in southern Scandinavia somewhere.

The boy/man and I exited a glass door of the back of the arena and
entered a cobble street pavement. A car stopped and some much shorter men
left the car. The short men from the car felt like some kind of heavy
mafia guys and the situation felt hostile. I realized this was a bad
situation for me and the ice cream boy/man.

I sent some PUL to the most hostile short man, and he suddenly got much
slimmer and the hostility disappeared. I almost at once sent PUL to the
ice cream boy/man as I suspected it might be him that really needed the PUL.

The ice cream boy (now dressed in an office suit) seemed to recognize the
shorter man. The car left with no one entering it. And the two men walked
down the street at the back of the arena. They seemed happy to have met
each other.

I think the time period could have been around 1960s or 1970s as the
car looked to be from that period.


WOMAN WITH STAGECOACH CARRIAGE

I requested one more retrieval as I thought I could do one more. And I
almost thought the ice-cream boy retrieval was too simple, haha.

The scenario now shifted to some kind of town with four stairs houses.
I got the impression that I was in some kind of English spoken country.

I looked out from inside some kind of building and there were lots of people
on the street, several of them were well dressed, like rich people. Time
period was again somewhere 100 years ago. It was very sunny outside and
lots of people and traffic on the streets, but mostly pulled by horses.

I was impressed by the scenario as it was like a part of a small town,
so whoever got stuck in F 23 had really made a fantastic scenery.

In front of me there was a huge carriage and some people loading it
with luggage. I got the view of one woman in an expensive wide dress
standing at the back of the big carriage/stagecoach making some maneuvers
with her luggage. She seemed occupied but was under some kind of mental
burden.

I realized that I was not myself, but in fact a fancy looking aristocrat
in monocle, black expensive jacket and a small stick. I walked up to
the lady and asked her if she was leaving? I think I looked quite handsome,
compared to my real physical appearance.

She answered that she had lost part of here luggage at her originating
place and couldn't move on. I said: "Oh, I'll fix that."

I then walk cross a small side street to an ancient looking phone placed
on a thick wooden pole. I picked up the phone and faked a phone call so
the lady could see me make the call. I didn't look directly at her when
I talked, but waved my hand in her general direction while speaking.

After having spoken a few sentences in the phone, I hung up and walked
back to the lady and said: "Your missing luggage is now sent to your
destination address."

The lady looked relieved and thanked me, soon she had gotten all her
remaining luggage on the carriage and left. She could have been somewhere
around 30 - 35 years of age.


BEACH WOMAN WAITING

This was the most difficult to get a vision of. My physical head now also
had started moving, which is an indication to me that I can't stay in
trance for much longer as I seem to loose some kind of "energy".

I saw several times some kind of wavy horizon. But couldn't make out what
it was supposed to look like.

After some minutes and some patience, I got the impression of rolling
hills made of sand near the edge of a beach. It was late in the evening,
the sun would settle within half an hour, so it was getting darker.

As I walked over the hills of sand, they got lower and I got closer to
the sea. I felt that somewhere distant there was some kind o building.

A woman sat at the end of the sand hills, at the onset of the actual beach.
She was about 30 years of age, she looked very attractive.

The place was very calm and filled with tranquility. I felt no pain or
problem, so I was surprised that this could be a F 23 place as it was
kind of beautiful and pleasent.

I sat down beside the woman, she noticed me but didn't say anything. She was dressed in modern clothes, long-sleeved shirt and trousers.

I asked her if we should go back (I think to the beach hotel). She
answered: "No, I'm waiting for him."

I identified that whoever "him" was, he must already be present, so I
said: "But he is already here."

Some 10 meters away a man was now standing. He was of the same age as the
woman. When she saw him she leaped to her feet, happy to see him.

CLICK! (well, sort of.)

I didn't notice her running towards him, as I clicked out for a second or
something. From her leaping position, she had suddenly moved 10 meters in
a blink of an eye and was hugging the guy.

I faded out of the scene.


SURGE

My physical head movements suddenly stopped. This can happen at times when I feel
I get some kind of synchronization, but seldom at the end of an event.

Now huge surges of goose bumps ran over me, like ten times, specially each
time I thought about the last couples reunion on the beach.

This ended my retrieval. I have listened a lot to Hemi-Sync those last
weeks so I haven't done anything like this for a while. This was one
of the few non H-S sessions I've done lately.