A Lucid Reality
People have always wondered how I got here. Just recently, I started to wonder that myself.
After giving it some thought, I started to remember where I came from. I saw him, my maker. For some reason, there was an opening. When I passed through the opening, I fell out.
There my maker was. A giant lying down on his bed. Sleeping. I left the house and began to explore this strange new world.
If you were to ask me about the world now, I would say that I am now used to it. It is a lucid world. A world that I clearly know that I don’t belong in.
People also ask me if I am ever hungry. I tell them that I don’t eat. At least I don’t eat the food that you do. People are strange in eating their food and having their drink. My nourishment comes from thoughts. My thoughts influence what form I take next. Sometimes, I am a mother or a father. Other times, I’m a wealthy businessman or a teenage girl in a dress ready for homecoming. At times, I was a child and a toddler, and I didn’t like these forms very well (I would have to say because of their limited movement and lack of freedom). My form really depends upon the meal of thoughts that I consume.
Another thing I get asked a lot is why I feel so weird. When I feel their body of flesh, bones and muscle, I ask them the same question. They describe my body as “ghostlike”. I heard them say this when someone gave me what they called a “handshake”.
When I try to describe this to someone, most people do not believe me. Those who do call me a “dream”, whatever that is. I am guessing that it has to do with the place where I came from. The place that I somehow escaped. My maker either wanted me to escape, or it was some kind of accident.
Whatever it was, I am here. Wandering around. Wandering aimlessly in this lucid reality….
©2012 K. L. Walker
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