[Mental - Eames/Lyssa]
[Eames wasn't dreaming. He is now. Thrown into it, without the precedent or warning of somnolence and the slow slide beneath the water-line of transition. He is under, the way people who dream nightmares are under, caught in sticky-stranded dream and the invasion is met by a forceful slamming of doors, the mental equivalent of a barricade, of hands on ears, of hands over mouth. Eames doesn't like being forced to dream anything, darling. Particularly off the clock].