"A strange dream. It was interesting becoming part of the game initially. This dream seemed quite real. The lighting was very warm and soft. I looked out of the windows of the buildings. I was in a city in California, I think. San Francisco, it seemed.." David Mulhern
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©2001 david mulhern

You know I truly did think she was a robot. She was walking in front of me on the ride. And the ride itself was fairly strange. I had been on the easier level and beaten it. The easier level was an Olympics game. I had won that race, just barely. But this wasn’t a game. I was actually there. Walking in the game. At some point it had surrounded me and become real. The characters on the screen, the dragon I had been controlling, became real.

And I was walking behind this giant train and I tried to control this cute little furry dragon. And the concept was to keep him in the mining cart filled with people. And, what was strange was the way this girl walked behind the cart. 

I wondered why she was there. But then I realized she was a part of the game, a helper. She would pick up the furry little creature when it fell out of the cart and either put him in the cart or on a table and I would try to get him in the cart. She talked in such a cute voice to the little furry creature. And the creature was so very cute. I was really into this game.

We kept coming to the light and doing the whole thing over and over again. One thing that was really getting me was whether or not this girl was a robot. I truly was curious. I could never see her face. I could tell she had braces, but I couldn’t tell if they were painted on. I was fairly sure she wasn’t real.

Some lady behind me seemed to be certain that the person running the ride was a robot. I felt this was all that I needed to see if this girl was a robot. We were walking towards the steps going up and I felt the front of her legs. Her legs were soft, they felt real. I was curious now whether she was a robot. She seemed to have strange scars and burns on the back of her legs. Why would they paint something like that on a robot?

As we went back to the beginning I could hear someone say, who touched you? It was the girl’s mom. I realized she wasn’t fake… But her mom didn’t know who did it. The mother was still talking about the ride-master being a robot so I said, “Yeah! I thought that girl was a robot…” But that was a bad idea. It was you!

The whole situation turned weird and I realized it was time for me to leave this ride. I climbed up the stairs in the opposite direction. I came to the light. I was back at the hotel… inside.

The door to our room was open. And on the table was my wallet. I thought it was strange that no one had stolen it. On the ground by the open door was my palm pilot. No one had stolen it either, which was strange .

I was standing by the wall. My mom came up, she thought I had panicked on the ride and was trying to be helpful. I told her I thought a girl was a robot and it wasn’t so I had to leave.

Suddenly, a large crowd of people started coming out of the dark ride room. They were looking for the guy who had touched her daughter. I was a bit frightened. She was pointing at me, “That’s the guy who did it!” I was yelling at her, “I know you wanted to poke the guy you thought was a robot! Just to see if it was real… all I did was poke her in the back of the head!” I lied. 

Then I started yelling, feeling empowered, “That’s the lady who said I touched a robot!” or something like that. I was pointing my finger at her and yelling at her. She had dark brown hair, was quite attractive, and seemed fairly young. She was wearing red. Her daughter’s legs were soft.

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