WARNING: If you plan on submitting your own mental imagery interview for assessment, DO NOT read the proceeding first, instead fill out your own interview first, then read these, so your current mental image is not skewed, resulting in a possible inaccurate emotional state being returned to you. Q1. What colour is the road? Q2. What texture is the road? Q3. How solid is the road? The road is sandy, with some gravel in it. At first I am wearing snearkers, but I take it off bc it keep getting filled with sand. I am walking in the shade, and the air is dry and I need to feel something cool. I take off my shoes and let my feet leisurely settle into the sand as I walk. But I am aware of the gravel that seem to catch consistanly in the arches of my feet. It is an annoying presence, but the coolness of the sand is just reward. The road is tan with some dark brown. I can see mica sparkling in it. The small flashed of light surprise and please me. I notice to my left that there is a path of paved road and it is full in the sunlight. I can smell the tar, can almost see the heat emanating from it. I have no desire to walk on it... well some, so I do. And the heat, the scalding is pleasantly shocking, somewhat satisfying in comparison to the soothing sand. I only walk on the paved path for a few steps at a time before walking the softer, sandy path. You continue walking and come to a river that must be crossed. There before you is the river; the size and depth are up to you. You cannot go around it but must imagine a way to cross it. Whatever you need to cross the river is already within your mind, just imagine seeing yourself do it. Q4. How do you cross the river? Q5. What does the water look like? Q6. How fast is the water current? Q7. Is there anything in the water? If so, what? I don't want to cross it. I feel overwhelmed by it. So damn frustrated that I have no chose but to cross. I fume at the river's edge. Body feels heavy, tired. Don't want to go on. I decide that it isn't too deep and think about just wading through it. But there are dark forms moving in the water. I am convinced that whatever they are, they will eat me. The water is dark but blue then murky green when disturbed by the dark forms moving, moving. When I look into the middle of the river there is medium size circle of water rippling, but only about 3 or 4 ripples out. Like there is something breathing there, but no bubbles break the surface... like the water is slowly humming. I am lurded in the water by that movement, but scared of it. I decide to make a wide cirlce around it. I cut my foot on rocks jagged underbrush as I wade through the more shallow parts. The dark forms don't follow me, but move to that rippling in the middle of the river, hovering, as it waiting for me to pass. I use a large branch as a staff to help me negotiate my footing across the river... about 13 feet across. There are times when my I find one step going down further in the water in comparison to my next step. The unpredictability sets my teeth on edge to grinding. I clench my jaws until I cross over. Once I do, I am tired all over but somewhat satisfied. You have crossed the river and continue walking. You come to a house. Take a good look at the house. Notice the impression it makes on you. Q8. What colour is the house? Q9. What condition is the house in? Q10. Does anyone live in the house? If so, who? Can't go into the house. Feels forbidden. It looks deserted. Like no one has lived there for a very long time. Several trees in the front yard, sparse patches of grass trying to bask in beams of light that tempermentally flicker through. The house is cream with reddish-brown shutters. So many fruit trees, obviously carefully planted long ago; the fruit rotten on the branches. So much so the branches are bent with the weight of their unwated cargo. We continue forward in our minds journey and come to an open field. A cup is on the ground, and we stop to examine it. The cup can be of any size, shape, colour and description. Focus on it's look, condition and contents. Q11. What colour is the cup? Q12. What condition is the cup in? Q13. Is there anything in the cup? If so, what? The cup changes color: first earth-brown-golden-amber with flecks of cream and sea green. Then to cobalt blue, dark and deep. The cup's mouth is very very wide at the top, and very very narrow toward the base. The handle is small and positioned almost at the base of the cup. The cup is ceramic, holding a steaming liquid. Smelling pleasant and noxious all at the same time. You continue walking down the road and come to something blocking your path. It stops you in your tracks and prevents you from going forward. This is an obstacle. Q14. What is the obstacle, and please describe it in detail? Q15. What do you see beyond the obstacle? A being holding a snake in one open palm and a huge spider in the other open palm. It is waiting there, seemingly balancing the two creatures. The being has long fingers, defiant eyes, a cold snarl on its lips. It is neither man nor woman. It has a both a childish air and that of one who knows to much about me. I feel naked and unmasked in its presence. I want to kill it. There is thick black belt around its torso. Over one shoulder and buckled int the middle of its chest. A gleaming balck silver buckle with my name on it. The buckle is mesmerizing and I feel sick and small and want to run, but I can't move. I chant out of fear. I feel helpless and I pray for death. There is a haze, an vibrating energy around the being. It feels like heat but also like knives cutting away at my finger tips, my arms, inner thighs, breasts and throat. There are formless shapes behind it and I see gray between the shapes. Bleak like a winter day without snow. The bleak thickens to a fog and clears rhythmically. And I see the edge of a cliff or a jagged edge when it clears.