Intro
"The dream arises from a part of the mind unknown to us, but none the less important, and is concerned with the desires for the approaching day."
- Carl Jung
The man closed his eyes and rested his hand on her forehead. She was breathing, a slow steady pace, like she had gone to sleep. The room was dark except for a light that shone on the girl's head. It reflected off of her striking curly red hair. She lay on a long table, her legs and feet bare, wearing a black tunic. He knew she was gone. He knew that no one could stop the nightmares, for they were a part of our minds, and of our dreams. But like she had said, we could only try and see if it works. But just like all the others who tried to stop them, she would be obliterated. Just another experiment gone. Maybe this was different for him, for this girl that was his greatest prize. He had gone through so much trouble to get her, and so much pain. Then again, he had said that about the other 10 or so experiments he had made. She was not human any longer, he knew that. So why was he so upset? Why did he even care?
"Scarlet," he said, his voice heavy and low, "I'm sorry, so very sorry."
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Scarlet
Science Fiction"They are the strangest machines I have ever seen," he said, a smile beginning to form at the corner of his mouth, "but they might just be the best." Dreams, the unexplained part of your brain whose creativity and imagination reaches no end. Why do...
