Here there be whump

Love the age old (usually sci-fi) trope of having whumpee on a table with electrodes attached to their head while they go through a dreamscape, memories, virtual reality, or what have you.

They get all sweaty, their face contorts in discomfort/pain, they moan and groan, sometimes cry out, writhe around a bit. Mmmmmm.

“I know what you’re going to say–don’t say it." 

"Well, what’s the worst that could happen?"