I'm Not Done Yet!
Jul. 13th, 2008 08:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fiat_knoxI had a dream this morning. I can't explain it any further. Just ... read on.
I dreamt that I was a guinea pig in a laboratory, some sort of Life Sciences facility run by a concern who went by the name of "The Company." [Spoiler: "The Company" is what employees of The Cheiron Group call their parent organisation. The Cheiron Group is one of the organisations described in White Wolf's Hunter: the Vigil Storytelling game.]
I began my dream as I was just getting up from a table in a cold room. It looked like some sort of operating theatre. I had some sort of weird occult markings permanently imprinted in my skin.
I had no scent. My body odour was non-existent. Not only that, I could somehow screw with people's minds, not only blocking out their ability to perceive me, but also to even block their memories from being able to process me. People could not see me; and those who could, quickly forgot what they'd seen.
I found that this ability extended to electronic monitoring and recording devices, too. If I concentrated, I couldn't even trip sensor beams or pressure pads. Motion detectors and body heat sensors simply failed to register my presence, and I did not appear on any kind of video monitor: if I did, I didn't register in any recording medium.
So I just walked out of the facility, past the guards at the gate, and went back home. Only, when I got home, everyone I knew had already mourned me and moved on. They didn't even know I was there. It was as if I'd never existed at all.
I don't know what it means, but you know ... I hope it isn't a recurring dream.
I dreamt that I was a guinea pig in a laboratory, some sort of Life Sciences facility run by a concern who went by the name of "The Company." [Spoiler: "The Company" is what employees of The Cheiron Group call their parent organisation. The Cheiron Group is one of the organisations described in White Wolf's Hunter: the Vigil Storytelling game.]
I began my dream as I was just getting up from a table in a cold room. It looked like some sort of operating theatre. I had some sort of weird occult markings permanently imprinted in my skin.
I had no scent. My body odour was non-existent. Not only that, I could somehow screw with people's minds, not only blocking out their ability to perceive me, but also to even block their memories from being able to process me. People could not see me; and those who could, quickly forgot what they'd seen.
I found that this ability extended to electronic monitoring and recording devices, too. If I concentrated, I couldn't even trip sensor beams or pressure pads. Motion detectors and body heat sensors simply failed to register my presence, and I did not appear on any kind of video monitor: if I did, I didn't register in any recording medium.
So I just walked out of the facility, past the guards at the gate, and went back home. Only, when I got home, everyone I knew had already mourned me and moved on. They didn't even know I was there. It was as if I'd never existed at all.
I don't know what it means, but you know ... I hope it isn't a recurring dream.
