I had some very,
very weird, truly fucked-up dreams last night(well, this morning).
Seriously, some parts of what I half-remember make me almost doubt my sanity. As usual, though, I sadly don't remember it too well, only parts of it.
At one point, earlier on, I was touring some kind of shadowy research facility.
For one part of the tour I met a young scientist who was part of a program where clones were used to gather data on combat situations utilizing new medical technology- basically, each researcher was given some poor, wretched human being to sculpt into the deadliest killing machine possible, using rigorous training, weaponry and, of course, chemical treatments, invasive surgery and cybernetic implantation.
As he gave me a simple rundown of the program I saw his clone- an unassuming young woman with strong facial features, still perfectly human from the outside, dressed in a white shift and writing something in a notebook, I believe.
He briefly introduced me to her, and as she very shyly waved and said something I could not hear (she didn't speak above a whisper, apparently, I guess due to trauma) I was utterly shocked that someone so kindly-looking, so quiet and so...
pretty could possibly be a part of such terrible research.
But anyway, the show must go on, and the scientist took me further into his little lab to show me some recordings from the previous test, where all the clones in the experiment were pitted against each other in a
pretty[/i] sure that it was holographic projections of them that did the actual fighting, to preserve the research material, but it was still pretty visceral.]brutal fight to the death. In the video shown (from a part of the facility filled with cameras filming ever angle) his test subject was
the first to die. Her two opponents, one of which was fairly human with some large assault rifle, the other of which was some
hideous, sinuosly fast-yet-hulking black-carapaced thing with claws, both teamed up to eliminate her first. She put up a struggle but eventually went down, at which moment the horrifyingly monstrous subject promptly dispatched the other.
He seemed fairly calm about the whole thing, despite his subject's failure (and subsequent messy demise). Doubtless he was considering new techniques to drill into her, or perhaps he was wondering whether he should finally make the leap and twist her pretty human form into something unrecognizable. I've no idea, but he thoughtfully said some phrase to me, something along the lines of "You do not know who your allies are at the beginning of a fight, but you know who your enemies are at the end."
After that I left them and went on with the tour. My clearer memory of that part of the dream fades out again, and then at some point I believe I was living in that facility(or one like it), maybe not on the same program but certainly as a part of something weird.
I and a bunch of other young people were living in dorms in some kind of training facility, wherein a whole bunch of weird shit went on. As often happens, my dream perspective shifted around a lot, and at some points I was controlling a game of the Sims set in the strange, slightly psycadelic mansion-like building containing the academy.
I remember giving my mother a tour of it as I played the game, even as my character ran off to the front of the building for some important reason.
I am unsure what happened later on. Maybe my mum picked me up from that place, or maybe I stayed on longer and eventually achieved a higher position in the facility's hiearchy, but I think my mother and I eventually became involved in some kind of unpleasant experimentation- as the researchers this time, thankfully.
Can't remember quite what research we were doing or why, but at one point we were driving along in some big closed flatbed truck, with
a cargo I do not remember very well but I know there were two rotting corpses in there. We had been too lazy to clean out the last two, apparently.
Anyway, we were driving along in fairly high spirits, when a police officer stationed at a Random Breath Test site up ahead waved us over. We panicked- he was sure to check in the back, and then we'd be arrested for sure!
After a moment's hesitation, mum slammed the truck into reverse back down a hill and we sped off, travelling a different path to wherever we were going.
That's pretty much all of what I can remember. That's probably a good thing, I'm fairly sure the rest got even weirder in parts.
For example I cannot remember exactly
what research I was involved in at that mansion place- or what might have been done to me there.
This dream/these dreams are interesting in that I can spot a whole bunch of clear influences inspiring parts throughout. I might explain later, right now I just woke up and wanted to type it out before I forgot the rest.
The first scene I described was probably the most chilling. (In retrospect, that might have been me getting a tour of the later research place as I came to live there?)
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