I am lying on my back and trapped in a gleaming white tunnel, the surface barely six inches from my nose. There is a strange mechanical rumbling in the background, and I hear footsteps padding around the room beyond. In my mounting claustrophobia, I ask myself why I am here — but there is no way out now. A few moments later, the light dims, and as the man speaks, my thoughts begin to fade. He does this because he is fascinated by mind control, and wants to apply the most direct method of controlling your thoughts.
Hypnosis: The day my mind was 'possessed'
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