Dr. Hall smiled as he ushered Christian into the Dream Center’s train car. Christian was surprised to see the blond wood and red paint that appeared in his dream. The bench was red velvet.
The clothes Christian wore, a short-sleeve shirt and black pants, felt sticky. They were made of something called “Dissolving Cloth” which made Christian feel both uncomfortable and excited. Dr. Hall swabbed Christian’s shoulder with cotton. “This drug will put you in a semi-conscious state to help simulate your dream.” There was the tiny bite of the injection, and Dr. Hall patted Christian on the back. “Like last time. Relax and let things happen.”
Dr. Hall slid the door to the compartment closed. Christian felt a rocking vibration accompanied by the huffing of a steam engine. He couldn’t be moving fo
