Rubber People

I don’t know if this is happening to anybody else but my dreams are becoming majestic, sweeping, vivid productions that seem to be as real as my waking life.

And they’re starting to merge with my “normal” memories. It’s like mixing two different data banks together. It’s like two rivers flowing into each other and becoming one.

Last night I was in an amusement  park which was not busy. I was part of a small group of people who were wandering around, taking in the sights and becoming increasingly aware of the bizarre nature of the few others who were there.

These others seemed to be human but on closer inspection, we discovered that they were rubberized, fully functioning and very life-like humanoids.

We spoke with some of them and were able to converse in a seemingly normal fashion until we started asking questions. That’s when we realized that something was terribly wrong and we didn’t belong there.

The humanoids could only speak declarative sentences. Any inquiries we made were replied to with asinine responses that had nothing to do with our questions.

They could babble on about the weather but were unable to tell us what town we were in or even what year it happened to be.

A member of our group made the offhand remark that “they’re awake but it seems like they’re sleeping at the same time” when it hit me; this crazy place was a perfect symbol of our earth.

I can’t speak for all my brother and sister lightworkers, but I can say that I’m weary of dealing with the rubber people.

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