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<div class="title">Evaluative Report on Subconscious and Unconscious Experience</div> Patient #13 reported waking up feeling disoriented. Vital sign monitoring indicated unusually elevated heart rate correlated with bouts of rapid eye movement. Two [[dreams]] were recorded from the subject, receiving a grade of 2.1. <<set $love to false>>

[[fear]] ~ ~ ~ [[comfort]]

Sprinting through a forest in the dead of Winter. Hearing panicked screams from all directions. Smelling blood and [[smoke]] with no visible source.

My only friend is sitting next to me. They direct my attention toward a screen in front of us. A hazy [[video]] plays.

Nearly choking on the fumes until I round a corner and see the [[cause.|source]]

But my mind will not let me understand what I am [[looking|mind]] at.

I am running from someone. Someone very dear to me. I moved to greet them and they burned everything. And they have me [[surrounded.|dreams2]]

<div class="title">Evaluative Report on Subconscious and Unconscious Experience</div> Patient #5A reported multiple brief instances of awakening throughout the test, though this is not corroborated by readings from the testing apparatus. Her grade has been reduced by 0.7 as a result of this discrepancy. Two [[dreams|conduit]] were recorded from the subject, receiving a grade of 1.3.

A woman sits facing the camera. A chain link fence is visible behind her. The sky is dark, but the woman and the fence are [[illuminated]] by an unknown source.

She sings a song, tentatively at first. Her voice is beautiful, but weak. My friend and I instinctively sing along. We have never heard the song before, yet somehow we both know it by [[heart.|song]]

The woman's body begins to transform. The changes are subtle at first, but after a minute or two she is unrecognizable. We can't explain it but she looks...[[whole.|dreams2]]

[[expectation]] ~ ~ ~ [[dissipation]]

I find myself walking toward a decayed metal building on the side of a highway. The sliding doors haven't quite rusted over yet, but they aren't eager to open. [[On stepping inside I am met with a wholly different world that the exterior suggested.|inside]]

I have to keep [[running.|run]]

The interior is well-lit, with pristine red-and-white tile floor. A polished chrome countertop is surrounded by low seats. Were it not so empty, this place would be the Platonic [[ideal]] of an old restaurant.

"I didn't think [[anyone else|voice]] would be here."

I turn to my left to see an old friend. I haven't seen her face in years but her appearance in unmistakable. She reaches out to grasp my [[arm.|arm]]

"We have some unfinished business, don't we?" I can't make myself look at her, no matter how much I want to. "You look [[nervous.|dreams3]] I'll lead the way."

<div class="title">Evaluative Report on Subconscious and Unconscious Experience</div> Patient #25 displayed no signs of any disturbances or other incidents during the test. Three [[dreams|bridge]] were recorded from the subject, receiving a grade of 3.9.

The [[monster|pursuit]] is pursuing me relentlessly.

I can hear it behind me, always trailing the same distance behind. Every few minutes I am able to catch a glimpse of it in my peripheral vision. But I can't make sense of its [[body.|body]]

Its face is unnaturally sharp, with jaws that open in all directions. The texture of its aureolin hide appears to flash between metal and plastic. Whether it has legs, and how it ambulates at all, is [[impossible|legs]] to tell.

I spot a flight of stairs. Unsure of whether the monster can climb them, I rush to a higher floor as quickly as my legs will allow. At the top, I am met with a [[dead end.|deadend]]

[[Oh no.|trapped]]

My only hope is that the monster will take pity on me. That it feels merciful today. Because I have no [[hope|fight]] of fighting back.

I can feel its breath crushing all other sound. I can feel its footsteps and heartbeat shaking the world apart. I can see its [[form|turns]] as it turns toward me.

Before I can react, [[the monster blinks out of existence.|dreams3]]

[[healing]] ~ ~ ~ [[abandonment]] ~ ~ ~ [[protecting]]

I am ensnared in pale, fluorescent [[light.|light]]

"Please, I have [[nowhere else|nowhere]] to go.""

[[There is no one here.|empty]]

I can feel my friend shaking through my headphones. "Of course. I will do everything I can to keep you safe." My mind is compressed under the [[guilt,|guilt]] but I don't want to show it.

I should have done something sooner. Before it came to this. But that's the [[past.|past]]

I bring them blankets and water. We try to hold each other through the night. I hate how it still feels like they're the one [[protecting|protecting2]] me from something.

As the day breaks, I help my friend get their bearings in their new environment. We piece together what we need to get through the day. I move to apologize for not doing more for them, but something catches in my throat. [[This is not my home.|dreams4]]

<div class="title">Evaluative Report on Subconscious and Unconscious Experience</div> Patient #1 reported feeling unusually well-rested upon awakening despite exhibiting several bouts of abnormally rapid breathing during the test. Three [[dreams|drain]] were recorded from the subject, receiving a grade of 0.6.

As I come to my senses, I can start to discern my body. At least, what my body has become. It is no longer something that I [[know.|know]]

All of the fractures have been sealed over. Previously ever-present incompatible modules are nowhere to be found. Years of disrepair, brought back into [[functioning.|functioning]]

At last, I can [[live]] without fearing my own body.

[[I don't know if this is what I want anymore.|dreams4]]

[[love|love]] ~ ~ ~ [[softness|drain]] ~ ~ ~ [[death]]

I am [[bound]] to a table, its rough cadmium surface burning into my back. I can't see my hands but I can feel the cold leather strips holding them behind my field of view. Three masked figures filter into the room.

The first figure speaks: "We've done everything we could for you." A [[lie,|lie]] but I don't know how to object.

The second figure speaks: "There's nowhere for you to run this time." But I [[knew]] that better than any of them.

The third figure stares silently. I can't see their eyes but I can feel their [[gaze]] burning into my chest.

Now is my turn to speak: "What will all of you do next?" I can't place who these three are, but I want them to have a fate [[different from mine.|different]]

[[No reply.|reply]]

I should have known. There never was a plan. My [[fate]] was sealed fom the beginning.

Suddenly I feel an unseen [[force]] tear through my body

[[smashing through casings|cutting]]

[[severing wires|overload]]

[[erasing memory banks|erase]]

[[I will never be found.|found]]

<div class="title">Evaluative Report on Subconscious and Unconscious Experience</div> Testing of patient #5B was discontinued due to multiple dangerous equipment malfunctions. Whether the subject is capable of experiencing [[dreams|dreams5]] remains unclear.

[[survival]] ~ ~ ~ [[survival]] ~ ~ ~ [[survival]] [[survival]] ~ ~ ~ [[survival]] ~ ~ ~ [[survival]] [[survival]] ~ ~ ~ [[survival]] ~ ~ ~ [[survival]]

I sit at a table alongside five other girls. None of us know how we found each other, but in this moment we all feel a sense of safety for the first time in years. We take turns greeting each other, far more formally that feels natural to any of us but reflective of the only lives we've ever known. Once our formalities are done, we move in counterclockwise order to tell each other about the pasts we had before finding each other. Our origins were so unimaginably different from each other, but we shared a common thread: by some process, each of us watched as every facet of our existence closed in on itself, gradually receding and burning out until we had no experience or connection left, often for reasons impossible to recognize in the moment. Sooner or later I am gripped by a suffocating feeling from somewhere outside of my own mind that I can no longer believe myself in the face of what my peers are describing. After all, from the inside it's impossible to know any different possible life outside of abstractions, and I have made it this far, haven't I? But, on some level, I also know that the other girls are all feeling the same way about themselves. [[But I think that as long as we at least believe each other, we can make it to the other side together.|belief]]

[[There is no one here.|empty2]]

[[There is no one here.|empty3]]

[[There is no one here.|empty4]]

[[There was never anyone here.|dreams4]]

[[love|drain]] ~ ~ ~ [[softness|drain]] ~ ~ ~ [[death]] <<set $love to true>>

<div class="title">Evaluative Report on Subconscious and Unconscious Experience</div> Testing concluded on 2023-06-30 at 10:56 A.M. local time. Upon attempting to review test results, there was an apparent corruption of all data pertaining to subjects evaluated prior to the equipment malfunctions associated with patient #5B. Due to this, we are left with a highly incomplete picture of the test group, with many only having their respective grades associated with them. As there is little chance of any commercially viable results from this endeavor, all test subjects will be held responsible and subsequently handled appropriately. <<if $love is true>>So much promise, remembered by no one.<</if>>