Finding the Lost Tape

I wasn't exactly sure how to meditate, but I knew I wanted to try. So in preperation for the big event, I went to grab a tape ("Kitaro") which always does a fantastic job of relaxing me. But when I went to get it, it wasn't there! I put out an APB and began a massive search throughout my house. It was just nowhere to be found.

That night as I lay down to sleep, I couldn't stop thinking about this cassette. Where could it be? When did I last listen to it? Did I lend it to somebody? Nothing clicked. Then, as I began to drift off (entering what I later learned was the Alpha state of consciousness), I seen a quick image in my mind's eye of a woman doing laundry. (Nobody I knew. She was a real Donna Reed / Leave it to Beaver type-mom.) Well, being half asleep, I naturally blew it off and continued to get comfy. Then a few minutes later, a great big bottle of laundry detergent appeared in my mind. This, I thought, was a little strange. But again, I let it go.

Then almost instantly, a final image popped into my head. This one was a big, black boombox. Almost identical to the one I keep downstairs in my laundry room! Tired as I was, I quickly made the connection, jumped up, and ran downstairs. I headed straight for my boombox, and guess what... there on the floor - where I SWEAR I'd looked at least ten times before - was the tape I'd been searching for all day! Amazing!