The RP is CLOSED
The video you received as part of your welcome packet:
Dr. Elizabeth Parker stood on the side of the stage, her eyes focused on the widow on the far side of the classroom where the chilly fall air flirted with the burnt orange leaves that had fallen from their host and scattered the ground. The sound of the professor announcing her name and credentials pulled her from her reverie. The students whooped and hollered as she walked carefully up to the microphone, not nervous, but a bit of excitement touching at the edge of her consciousness.
She stopped in front of the microphone and laid down her speech, “Good morning. As Dr. Ashorn already mentioned, I’m Dr. Elizabeth Parker and I’m here on behalf of the Baylor, school of Psychology’s Semi-annual Prolonging Lucidity study.” She paused as the crowd went a little nuts.
She smirked at their excitement. “I take it you’ve heard of it?” She chuckled as did they.
“Let me give you a little back ground and then I will be happy to announce the fall recipients of the grants to attend our study starting Monday morning.” She flipped her page and looked up at the smiling, excited faces. “The study of sleep and REM has been conducted in differing degrees since 5000BC, where findings were documented on clay tablets. The earliest recorded dreams were acquired from materials dating back to Mesopotamia and they were regarded as an extension of our true reality, what we’ve later labeled as our “sub conscious.” Now… I won’t go too far into the details or history, as I would like to save some of that for our participants to enjoy as part of their journey with us. I will tell you that we have been looking at and studying the human mind, the part it plays in emotions and reaction to sensory information, as well as how the dreams of the subconscious have power over all of that for a very, very long time.”
She moved away from the podium, all eyes on her – some interested, some intrigued, some apathetic and some lustful. She smiled and continued, “Some believe dreams predict the future and some believe they tell of the past. But what if they were the true reality of the present? The brain is an incredible – the most incredible organ we have. Dreams and emotional realities play a large part in that.” She paused and turned to take a sip of water.
“We at the Baylor Lucidity Institute have constructed dream patterns that we will administer to each of our participants over a series of five months. These dream patterns, or dreamscapes as we call them are independent of their host and have no bearing on the hosts past, or future. They are farmed or created realities that we will be administering through tiny electrodes that slip under the skin – feels like a pinch.” She smiled as she demonstrated with her fingers spread across her dark crimson hair.
“The purpose of the study is to monitor and measure emotional reaction from the participants in these given situations, both as a physical participant in the dream and an emotional one as you, yourself having woken from a traumatizing nightmare or a love making dream.” She stopped to allow them to indulge in snickers.
She smiled and walked behind the podium. “If you are receiving this video, then you have been chosen to attend our study. Please note that we had over one hundred thousand applicants. Along with this video, you will find information about travel from your destination to Texas, medical release for and lots of informational items for you and for you to fill out for us."
She looked directly into the camera just off to her left, "If you're wondering why we are filming this in a large auditorium full of people, these are the people that have gone before you and participated in the study up to this point. They are just here to congratulate you for joining their ranks today." She smiled brightly as the camera turned and spanned the crowd, people of all ages, races and social backgrounds yelled and whoop'd for the new attendees.
She smiled and clapped with everyone else. “Thank you again for your time and if you have questions about the study, included in your packet is more information, a web address and links to our sites.” She stepped off the stage and the screen went black.
Accepted. What a great first word on her letter from the University study. The chance to get the hell out of there for a while and get a breather from everyone’s expectations of her was almost overwhelming. There wasn’t a place in her world that someone didn’t expect something of Abigail Miller. This dream study was her own original idea and one that she’d worked hard to research and gain understanding as to what repetitive characteristics they seemed to select in their candidates.
The study dated back to the mid-fifties and was created by a man named, Arthur Markham, a revolutionary thinker for his time. Abby carefully reviewed all of the participants and dug into their lives, learning them. After having a good understanding of what they were looking for, using simple statistical analysis, she applied and simply twisted a few of her own stories and character traits to obtain entrance.
She needed a break from life and something relatively academic was the only hope she had in gaining the acceptance of her overbearing parents and pushy boyfriend. Their acceptance unfortunately was everything to her. She picked up the letter again, having watched the video three times since receiving the packet in the mail the day before. She pulled the top on her suitcase closed and zipped it, patted the top and made one last sweep around her room before grabbing her bags and wrestling them downstairs.
Her father was a senator from New York and her mother a lawyer for one of the top firms in the city and needless to say, neither were around very much. Her boyfriend, Mark was too busy practicing for the rugby practice later that evening to bother taking her to the airport. As usual, Jenson, their butler, ushered her there and helped her get off and onto freedom for a few weeks.
She thanked him, as no one else in their household bothered to do, and walked down the run way. The flight to Texas would be a little under three hours. She’d picked up a great smut novel and was delighted that she wouldn’t even have to hide it for fear of retribution from those around her. She snuggled into her seat and opened her book, a smile playing on her pretty mouth.
The plane landed way too soon in her opinion, having only read two-thirds of the novel. She sighed, stowed it away and moved with the others off the plane. A young man waiting at the end of the terminal with her name printed on a sign that he held, a smile on his handsome face. Well, what have we here?
She walked up slowly and smiled, “I’m Abby Miller, and you?”
He put the sign in his briefcase and extended his large hand, “I’m Nate Warren. I’m Dr. Parker’s assistant and a grad student. Nice to meet you.”
Abby blushed a little due to his handsome appeal, but shook his hand and cleared her throat, a nervous habit. “Nice to meet you as well. So, we’re off to campus then?”
“We will be shortly,” he said, reaching for her bag. “We’ve got a few more people to get before we leave the airport, but a few of them are already at the dream facility. If everything works out as planned, we will stop off for a quick dinner and then arrive just in time for bed.”
“Sounds great, I’m starved.” Her tummy growled as if it were aware of their conversation over something warm and filing. They both laughed and headed down the long hall to pick up another student, anxiety tugging at the recess of Abby chest.
Freedom, just concentrate on the freedom.