Who: Olivia Edwards What: Visiting the dreams of a few certain FBI agents... Where: Her bedroom When: 2am Monday, January 24 2011 Warnings: None
After Olivia got Jordan's message that evening and spent a good hour or so calming her and Michael down (and after Isabel spent a good amount of time yelling at him, of course), she got down to business. She'd let her search slide since she and Jordan had spent most of the weekend editing their latest short film but after the events on the boards today, she couldn't put it off any longer. They had to know who these FBI agents were. For their sakes, for Michael and Isabel's sakes. They were never going to hear the end of it from their head mates until she did.
It wasn't hard to find pictures of the agents through the internet. After searching around their posts Olivia had managed to piece together their names. Isaac Campbell, Terry Douglas and Blake Meyers. She'd found pictures of them all through various news clippings, lucky for her they'd all led pretty interesting lives before they became special agents. And now for the hard part. Once she'd settled onto her bed and splayed out the printed photos in front of her on top of her comforter, she took a deep breath and coached herself. "Okay, Olivia. Just like we've practiced."
She didn't make a habit of visiting people's dreams as often as Isabel had, and none of them had ever been the dreams of a few FBI agents. The beauty of Isabel's dream hopping abilities was that the people whose dreams they were temporarily invading would never know they were there, they couldn't see them, but she was still petrified that they would every single time. She and Isabel were equal parts terrified of the results. Their worst fear was that these agents meant them harm, what if they were the kind of special agents that hunted down aliens like in Isabel and Michael's past? Agent Pierce's face was a common nightmare for Isabel and Olivia and the very idea that one of these agents could be him was enough to send them both into a hysterical panic. They had to find out.
With a simple touch of her finger tip to the first of the pictures, Olivia closed her eyes and let herself drift off into the Dreaming. The transition was always a bit of a rush, and she had to shake the dizziness out of her head before she could focus on where she'd landed. A dimly lit room surrounded by candles and roses, and the man she'd identified earlier as Special Agent Campbell dancing with a pretty brunette. Olivia knew it would take more then one visit to their dreams in order to assess just what was in their minds at all times and their intentions as far as alien reincarnates went, but she was already immediately relieved to see that Isaac Campbell wasn't dreaming about white rooms and giant probes. She sat there on her perch on the edge of a table and watched with mild fascination for a few moments before she moved onto the next dream.
Nothing but red lighting, smoke and scantily clad women. It didn't take Olivia more then two seconds to realize what she was seeing, shut her eyes with a horrified gasp and immediately ripped herself out of the dream. Terry Douglas may not turn out to be an alien hunter, but at the very least he was a gigantic perv. With a few shakes to clear her head of the images back on her bed, she touched her finger tip to the last photo and ventured into her last dream of the night. Or so she thought. Instead of materializing right into Blake Meyer's dream space, she hung in a limbo-like darkness for a few seconds where she could almost reach it before she was hit by a giant, invisible wall. With a loud cry she was practically pushed right out of it and came to on her bed, shaking and practically hyperventilating as she tried to right herself. What had just happened?