Re: [Dream Training]
Hannah asked questions often. She asked and asked and asked, and she knew the questions made people uncomfortable a lot. But she was curious, and she was still bad about personal boundaries, though she was better than she had been. But questions, questions, and she listened about totems. She thought it was complicated and simple and all at the same time. She was a curious girl on that cot. questions cluttering cornflower blue eys. "What if the totem is right, and it just happens to be, and it's still a dream?" she asked, realizing she was ending up with more and more questions to go with every answer he gave.
The comment about architects was more of the same. "But how do you do it? I mean, practically, how do you do it? Is it a thought? Is it something you write down? Is it something that's programmed or in the drugs in the IV? Or is it a whisper in a sleeping person's ear? How does it work?" she asked. Questions and questions and questions, but she felt like she didn't have the equation, and she felt like she needed the equation.
But he looked at the thing-people again, and she didn't know. "I think it's one of those puppets, but I don't know. I really don't. I'm not lying to you," she explained, and she wasn't. It wouldn't help anything to lie right now, not if she wanted to learn and to understand, and she did want to learn and to understand. "Can you change the people in a dream?" she asked him, turning her head from the three figures and back to him, because that seemed important. If the dreamers created people, could the people be changed? "Like puppets?" And the thing-people moved closer, eclipsing the labs with pieces of lives. A beaker hear, ballet sand there, the smell of wood chips.