Re: [Dream Training]
"Think of a dream as two parts. A frame and a population. The subject populates the dream with people and things, but the dreamer, the architect, it makes an environment those things go in. So if I make, say, a post-war Japanese office building, you would put people you, Hannah, would expect to be there. If I make a safe, you might put something in there you want to keep hidden. Or, you might populate someone who knows it, like a priest. Or maybe you would create a safe yourself, only one that is in the floor instead of the wall... things like that. Sometimes the subject dreams things too, like buildings... it doesn't have to be one-way. Another reason a person is better than a computer, in this case." Arthur looked up from her arm and smiled at her.
Snorting at the imagination quip, Arthur fixed the needle into Hannah's arm with a dialysis nurse's bored precision, patted her on the inside of the wrist, and then spooled out more tubing to reach Eames' side. His eyes moved fast when he saw Eames go for a pocket, a reflexive thing, but he didn't overreact once he saw the cufflinks gleam on the way into the fabric. "This isn't always warfare, either. It can be used for... recreation, too." Arthur paused for a moment instead, collecting himself in some way, shoulders bowed.
Abruptly he laid the tubing across his knees, one being up to his chest and the other being set on the floor next to Eames' cot. Then he shrugged out of his coat, twisting a little as he did so. The room was chill. He draped the coat over his arm and looked around for someplace to put it. "It won't be long. Time moves different in dreams, you'll have plenty of time in there, only a few minutes up here."