Hebrew Madlibs

(Inspired by my Gaga dance class which was taught completely in Hebrew. At first my guesses made sense. Then it was just too much fun to add in my own words, since I couldn't understand anything. Resulted in my trying not to laugh slightly hysterically).
"Shalom. Begin to move. Let your body parts float. Move like you are in water.
Now think about your legs. About your feet. Move like your feet are covered in wet rags. Really allow your legs to experience the feeling of being covered in slimy seaweed. Enjoy. Sink deeper into the mud. Good. Now think about your hands. Grab a pomegranate. Dig your fingernails into it. Feel the juice sliding down your hands. Begin to move in rollercoasters. Let the movement smack you. Now combine that movement with the pomegranate. Throw the pomegranate. Grab another one! Throw that one! Faster! Connect the movement to pleasure! Begin to move more slowly. The pomegranate is no longer ripe. It is moldy. It is growing on your hands and legs. Move smaller and smaller. Do not let the mold eat your flesh. It is eating your flesh! IT IS A FLESH EATING POMEGRANATE! Move more slowly! Do not let it eat you! I repeat! Do not let it eat your hands and legs. Now, sit down. Drown in a bunch of wet spaghetti noodles (yes, this was actually said). Drown! Shake! You cannot breathe! You are gasping for air! You are gasping! And gasping! Try to swim out of the spaghetti. Do not inhale the sauce! It is not air! Swim faster. Faster! You cannot escape!  Now combine it! You are being consumed by flesh eating pomegranate mold and trying to swim out of the spaghetti. You can do it! Shake that flesh-eating mold off your body! Change positions so the spaghetti sauce doesn't go into your nostrils! I can't hear you breathing! Have you suffocated because of the spaghetti?!?! TEN, NINE, EIGHT...TWO, ONE! Relax. Allow your whole body to regain its normal amount of  flesh. Do not worry. It has not been eaten."
Was a great class. The funniest part was that no one noticed I was following these directions, not the ones shouted by my teacher...