| Flow Blue Anonymous, age 35, student, Seabrook, Texas Submitted January 2000
I am in a room — white & sterile (a hospital?). I have visitors, about 3. I stand to say hello, or goodbye, and notice their "faces" are ceramic. Playfully, I reach up to touch one, commenting on how "neat" they are. I ask them without thinking, "Why would somebody have a ceramic face?" "Porcelain", one shot back. They were not amused by my playfulness. It was then that I realized they were aliens. Dreamer's Interpretation
Questions: Was I the one being treated? They seemed to be there for some reason. The words "life back on track" kept coming up. Were they there to help me with mine?
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