That is a jolly fine collage but I'm not exactly sure about the dwarf!;)
My only brush with hypnotism was attending a Paul Goldin (stage hypnotist) show in the late 60s. My mother was drunk of course and kept shouting up at the stage, forcing the usher to train his torch on her and declare "Madame, I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave" I'll never forget the ignominy of it, being escorted from the theatre.
I don't think I'd be open to being hypnotised. I'd be afraid I'd divulge all my secrets.
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That must be her subconscious, throwing shadows on her reverie :)
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One of the things we share, you and I: embarrassment. Not momentary, but a chronic embarrassment that sort of defined our relationship to the world (for me, anyway).
You'd divulge your secrets--we do that here, anyway :)
You're so right. I was ashamed of my drunken mother and my crazy father who got a great kick out of sending letters to my school just to embarrass me, Then there was my elephant ears, my lopsided homemade clothes and my brother in the mad house.