Hello, Clarice
May. 17th, 2006 08:00 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tirsdendreamsI was special agent Clarice Starling from the Hannibal Lecter stories/movies. I was going to an old abandonned facility to find files on Dr. Lecter. It was getting dark outside and I was in the parking lot trying to figure out how to get in the building. Someone came out a back door as I neared it and I drew my gun, pointing it at the person and saying, "Identify yourself!"
Turns out this is a lady I'd contacted to help me go through the place, and so I said, "Special agent Clarice Starling reporting for duty," or something like that. We went into the building, the doors seemed like ship's doors and a lot of the hallways had the feeling of metal corridors like in a ship, along with big rooms that were painted white but they were rusting or peeling now.
As we walked around I talked to this other lady, and then I became that lady and no longer Clarice (I was now following her around). It was like I was some sort of semi-psychic. I asked her if she wanted me to "feel around" in Case Files, a room that was nearby and to where we were headed. I said, "Sometimes I get something in the air, you know? And I can follow it. And sometimes it's crap, like I'm some huge charlatan." I think she declined my offer, like she didn't think it would help if the case files weren't in the room they were supposed to be (and we had this sinking feeling they might have been removed) but she didn't seem opposed to the idea I could do things like that. I said, "Y'know, most people don't like that stuff," (meaning the ability to feel things out psychically).
We went through a doorway and I remember I suddenly felt very cold inside. I told Clarice this, but there was probably no way for us to find out what had happened on that spot who-knows-how-long-ago. There wasn't much evidence of anything but general decay around us.
Then I woke up.
Turns out this is a lady I'd contacted to help me go through the place, and so I said, "Special agent Clarice Starling reporting for duty," or something like that. We went into the building, the doors seemed like ship's doors and a lot of the hallways had the feeling of metal corridors like in a ship, along with big rooms that were painted white but they were rusting or peeling now.
As we walked around I talked to this other lady, and then I became that lady and no longer Clarice (I was now following her around). It was like I was some sort of semi-psychic. I asked her if she wanted me to "feel around" in Case Files, a room that was nearby and to where we were headed. I said, "Sometimes I get something in the air, you know? And I can follow it. And sometimes it's crap, like I'm some huge charlatan." I think she declined my offer, like she didn't think it would help if the case files weren't in the room they were supposed to be (and we had this sinking feeling they might have been removed) but she didn't seem opposed to the idea I could do things like that. I said, "Y'know, most people don't like that stuff," (meaning the ability to feel things out psychically).
We went through a doorway and I remember I suddenly felt very cold inside. I told Clarice this, but there was probably no way for us to find out what had happened on that spot who-knows-how-long-ago. There wasn't much evidence of anything but general decay around us.
Then I woke up.
