Re: [Dream Training]
"What's a totem?" she asked. It was the first she'd heard the word, and she associated it with Native American imagery, but that was all. She didn't have a lot of knowledge of other cultures, and even the Latinx culture in Florida was something Amy had avoided in life. Her family lived out beyond the intracostal there, where all the big houses had gates and trees to block them from prying eyes. There, everyone had pale skin and desirable genes, and New York had been a brief foray into college. She knew people, though, in all of these places, but none of them filled the space in the lab. In the lab there were just the things. A hand set right now, and a foot turned around, and a wooden wrist facing upward in the right manner.
"They're supposed to?" she asked, tug, tug, tug at his attention. "The architect can change what's happening in your head, and you don't notice?" she asked, and she didn't dream. She had novel-notions of what dreams were like, but she didn't possess the memory of them herself, and maybe that was a good place to start: What is a dream? How does it differ? Simple beginnings and questions, and then maybe the things in the corner would make sense, or maybe she would realize they didn't make sense. Maybe, maybe, maybe.
"I don't know who they are," she said truthfully. She really, really had no idea whatsoever. "I haven't ever seen anything that looks like that before."