edisonnewton (edisonnewton) wrote in _fracture_, @ 2014-01-14 00:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | chapter 1, edison, kennedy, the regent hotel |
You Can Explore In Dreams Right?
Who: Edison and OPEN
Where: around the hotel
When: morning
The dream was kind of awesome and yet complicated. A therapist once had told him he had them because of how his mind worked, that it was said that people of a certain level of intelligence could actually solve problems in their dreams. Edison was well into a complicated theorem, not at all struggling with it despite it being math and math not having been a pursuit of his since his last foray into religious numbers, working through it on a blackboard that looked like a scene in Good Will Hunting, right up until the part where he fell off the bed, head first waking up to find his feet up above him, still on the bed and himself tangled in sheets.
Why was he in bed? Wasn’t he supposed to be at work? Didn’t he start at work? Struggling to get out of his cocoon of sheets he wound up completely on the floor, looking at his clothes. Nope, definitely dressed for work and the chilly library for the night. After a moment he looked around, not recognizing the room that looked more like a dream than his dream had. Where was he? Standing up he stumbled around, finding a bag that he swore was his, from right out of his apartment. This wasn’t right. Seeing a note on the dresser he snatched it, reading it three times and checking the back for more information. What the hell? Not sure what else to do he opened the bag, finding his things inside. Maybe it was a dream. Maybe not. Either way, it was worth exploring. If it was a dream there had to be a point right? Still holding on to the note he found a key laying out as well and left his room, intent on seeing what he could find.