Two-hour, deep tissue massage. Ended midnight.

I love it most when my back, butt, head, face, arms, and hands are being massaged, in that order.

The weirdest experience I have all the time, though, is when my eyes are being massaged. With my eyes closed I see that I am inside a different room--the ceiling, walls, and furniture are in rooms I've never seen before. There are times when I am certain I am in a foreign country; I was once pretty sure that I was in someone's bedroom in Russia.

It happens all the time.

I have yet to figure out what it all means: Am I in rooms where other men are having a massage at exactly the same time? Am I in rooms where other men are dead, or dying? Am I in rooms I'd been to in previous lifetimes?

When I am having a deep tissue massage, I don't need a plane ticket to go places.