Re: Fourth Floor - Inception Door
"No dream can put us in someone else's head like this. You're being paranoid," Eames insisted. It would be a neat trick if it was possible, but it was simply wasn't. "This isn't a created space. I've looked for the signs, and there are none. I've tried to make him change things, get noticed by the dreamer's subconscious, but there is no subconscious here. This," he waved a lazy hand, and the gesture was entirely Eames, all languid movement of arm, even in a body that was slighter, "is too complicated to work as a dream." He scoffed. "You know more about what I can do than I do? Thank you, Arthur, for that bit of information, but I've never been in a dream where I haven't been able to be someone else. I can't do that here. It's simply not a dream." He didn't say Arthur sounded like Mal, because that was a sore subject, but Arthur sounded like Mal.
The door shut, and his attention turned to. "I'm going to tell you it's something new. Everything isn't a complex maze, darling. Sometimes, things are just complicated."