Lucid Observer
an excerpt
It was Thursday night and Alex had arrived at the Dream Forecasting Institute for his weekly appointment. He always looked forward to this evening as a brief escape from the demands of his life. It was a time to unplug and enjoy the small luxuries of a personalized sleeping chamber; a familiar space with plush furniture, subdued lighting, and warm hues overlaid with aromas of citrus and spice. Plus, he felt a sense of purpose contributing to the Institute’s goal of exploring the unconscious mind for clues about the future.
Alex took a seat on the side of the bed. Without looking, he picked up the wireless neural relay from its usual spot on the nightstand. He positioned it against the subdermal ports on the back of his neck and it snapped magnetically into place. Alex closed his eyes and breathed deeply as he waited for the Interpretation Technician.
The Tech entered Alex’s chamber a few minutes later. She was tall and slender, dressed in a one-piece beige uniform, with her hair pulled back tightly; a clinical professional. Her persona was graceful but direct, calm but exacting, and her eyes deep and mesmerizing.
