The Dreamer Trilogy: Book One

Conclusion

I see Ret’s fingers push in the injection, and then I witness the fluid leave the syringe. My vision blurs instantly, the people standing above me now just unsharpened colors. Then the blackness around the colors starts to take over, even in my effort to try and fight it, and then my eyesight goes completely dark. I still feel my body, I am still conscious, just unable to move. Does Ret know I am still aware of him? “Alright, he’s sedated. Take him to his new living quarters in Circle A.” I hear Ret say, and the statement is met with an answer from behind me. “Of course sir. I have sent the girl to see Fog.” Fog? Who is he? Is he the specialist that the man behind me was speaking of earlier? “Ah, good. Well, be on your way. I will go to Roger’s room and meet him correctly tomorrow. Be sure he is placed in bed, he won’t be waking up anytime soon.” Ret orders. “Yes sir.” The man behind me says, and I feel the table I am on turn left, and then right again, and I only assume he is taking me to Circle A, wherever and whatever that is. I am being wheeled around for a while, sometimes hearing chatter coming from my sides, and then at one point it was extremely loud with people. We quickly strayed from that area though, before I had a chance to hear anything. We turn a few more corners, and he pushes me even further, to the point where I just want to get off of this table. Almost as if he could hear my thoughts, I hear him move toward my feet, and then open some sort of door. He pulls me in from the base of the table, and into this unknown room. He continues to pull me throughout the room, which I now notice to be big, because he has to walk a fair distance from the entry to my bedroom. At least I think he is taking me to a bedroom, Ret did instruct him to lay me on a bed when we arrived. He silently opens another door, but I still hear the twist of the knob, and then he pulls me in. The room feels a bit cooler than the rest of the apartment, but not drastic enough to make me freeze when I sleep at night. The man takes me around some object, and then slowly unwraps me from the ropes containing me. He unties every knot individually, before moving back around to the top of the table, by my head. He scoops me up with his arms, wrapping his under my arms, and lifting me out of the table, and laying me down on a soft comforter. The sheets feel amazing, and I am too thankful to be off that table, and out of those ropes. I am still paralyzed, but I hear the person wheeling me around leave the room and shut the door quietly. I try to sleep, but I feel like something is missing. Oh! The dream monitor, do they not have one here? Or is it that they can’t be used on new people like me? I decide to ignore it and try to sleep anyway, but it still feels abnormal, and living in a place like the facility, regularity is all I know. Wake up, go to school, come back, chill, sleep, repeat. That is my life, and there is no real variation of that. Even something as minor as putting stickers on my forehead, it still bothers me not having the traditional trend. For the next few hours (Or at least what felt like hours), I try to shake the feeling of a new routine. The process is difficult to overcome, but what if everything is new? New place, new people, new life. And Ret still thinks I forgot about the old facility. How am I supposed to hide my knowledge of...everything? I don’t know what I am supposed to remember and what I am supposed to forget. Should I know the basics already? Should I be able to speak fluently and know about life itself, and just forget about where I was the first half of my life? Or when I wake up should I be completely erased, and not even know my own name? If I mess one thing up, then it would mean...well I don’t actually know what it would mean. I don’t know anything about this new place, this new life. Do I have a roommate that I can share all of my information with? Or just some workout guru like Chris3 had? Chris3. What happened to him? If the Overseer knew about Callista2 and I, then he surely had to know Chris3 was one of our close friends. Was he sent to The Room as well? Did he have his memory wiped just like I was supposed to? And if so, does it affect him? Or is he like me and it just kind of paralyzes him for a while? The thought of being brainwashed brings up the thought of Callista2, and what Fog will do to her. Is it the same as me? Or is it more intense? And if it is more intense, then why? Tons and tons of questions flood through my head, in a big wave. My mind is swirling and somehow, through all of the chaos, I finally drift off to a deep sleep.