"Oh, yes," Dieter told him with a wide smile, eyes shining bright. "I let my Mr. Vanderohe open the door for me. Sadly, things went wrong before I could see if he appreciated the metaphor in the way I hoped he would," he added. Then, with a shrug, "zombies."
He rolled to lay on his stomach, head propped up, watching Eames shamelessly. "No, I've never heard of this. Maybe lucid dreaming but that sounds like much more," he told him, watching and listening to him.
It really did sound like safe cracking, of the safe was a person's dreams. Dieter could barely believe that such a thing was possible. "So you find out all their secrets in their dreams? How do you do that?" He kicked his feet slowly while he watched Eames.