Hypnotic Video

[Yeshuasdaughter]

I like to watch nature videos on Youtube some nights, when it is hard to sleep.

Very quiet, pov videos of driving, or of rain falling in the night. If there is talking in the video or music, it ruins it. It's just supposed to look real enough for me to believe I'm there, falling asleep in these places.

I especially like watching the waves roll in off the ocean under moonlight. Especially if there is thunder too. Another good theme is hearing raindrops on the top of a tent in the forest. I do fall asleep easily while watching the ones where it looks like I am sitting as a passenger, as someone drives in the rain.

But there is one video that hypnotizes me.

I used to live in the redwoods as a young girl. Deep under the canopy in such a small town, there is little more than a post office and barely any homes. Population was 30 people when we were there. I just checked. It's grown. There are 61 people there now.

The shade of the canopy, the big trees, the ferns, they all, in some primal way, spell home to me. Happiness. The last place as a child I remember before everything went crazy. It was not paradise. There were times of chaos. But it was the last place I was truly happy. The sun never burned my pale skin. Everything I touched, everywhere in nature, was soft. Even the adult's voices, were soft. I was allowed to be.

There is this one video, where the point of view is being a passenger as one drives on a little one lane road deep in the forest. I fall asleep within minutes, often seconds of watching it. Deep, peaceful sleep. No rousing in the night. Soothing sleep where I don't even remember my dreams.

I think there is a suppressed memory in there. Something happened at that spot as the driver rounds the bend. Something. I can just barely remember seeds of it. But that is overrided by the peace of being home. Of being able to sleep safely, deeply.

Soft, dappled light. Everything is soft. A red earth. Needs met. There's nothing I have to protect from. Everything is as it should be. And then I sleep. Next thing I know I'm awake in the morning and I'm in my mid 40s. And I gasp, realizing once again, I fell asleep the night before, within seconds of turning on the video.

 

[Judge]

Sounds like you are describing ASMR (autonomous sensory meridian response) videos. There are a lot of them out there now...some subliminal, yet quite manipulative IMO.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/ASMR

 

[UberScout]

Be advised: as of writing this comment I began to have a psychic vision of what you described. Please remember to take all details of what I saw in my vision with a grain of salt. Not pepper, you'll sneeze.

You say something happened as the driver comes around the bend, but you fall asleep just before you see what happened...

I see orange. Something orange.

 

[Yeshuasdaughter]

Sounds like you are describing ASMR (autonomous sensory meridian response) videos. There are a lot of them out there now...some subliminal, yet quite manipulative IMO.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/ASMR

I don't really like the loud ASMR, where you hear the water pouring and then the spoon stirring the tea. Those overstimulate me.

It's more like a pov drive, hearing the motor and the traffic, the wind, the rain.

 

[Yeshuasdaughter]

Be advised: as of writing this comment I began to have a psychic vision of what you described. Please remember to take all details of what I saw in my vision with a grain of salt. Not pepper, you'll sneeze.

You say something happened as the driver comes around the bend, but you fall asleep just before you see what happened...

I see orange. Something orange.

I've actually recalled it. I've been overstimulated ever since. It's related to a tragedy locally. We lived up there when I was small (around the time Return of the Jedi, and the Ewoks made for TV movies were filmed up there).

Nothing orange happened. My mom got rubella from a lady at work and was pregnant. My sister died of complications shortly after being born. There was a big horrible family fight.We were all in the front seat of a pickup truck. I was small and confused, hurt adults lashed out on each other, and on me, yelling at the wrong thing. Expressing hurt as anger both physically and emotionally. My head was against the window, I was pressing myself onto the door, terrified and confused.

My dad was about to take my mom and me back down to my grandparents' ranch in the desert to live. It was one last drive through our favorite places before going to the desert. After this my parents kicked up their use of hard drugs and a lot of years of pain happened.

Then when I was twelve or fifteen, we took a ride back up there. And on that same road, I think it triggered my parents, because there was an explosive argument full of vehemence right at the same spot. I once again leaned on the door, pretending to be asleep, but still getting hurt taken out on me.

This time me and my younger brother were in the back seat. I think he was asleep. He was very small, maybe three, four, or five. Maybe he pretended to be asleep too.

A baby recently died locally, and her body was discovered. I met the man who found the baby, and made a memorial. All that stirred up memories of my sister and the chaos from deep pain that erupted around me and that was taken out on me and my parents taking it out on each other. That's all it is.