The supreme scientist.
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It is late night time and I find myself stood outside the grounds of a vast mansion, the grounds of this stately home are huge and sprawling. I am with a group of ten or so people all dressed in black undercover clothing with balaclavas a bit like some crack military unit might wear when going on a mission at night time.I flicker between being each of the members of this group of people from time to time for varying periods, I share their viewpoint and it is almost as if I am all of them at once (kind of a unit but with separate entities).
In fact the group of people I am with (men and women) are all investigative journalists who are trying to get the inside story on the owner of huge chateau like mansion way off in the distance it is almost as if we are carrying out some kind of industrial espionage. The owner is a powerful and infinitely wealthy female scientist who is working on a very cutting edge project.
Our group is kind of like a militant fringe of the paparazzi which is planning on sneaking into the grounds of the scientist’s home to discover what she is up to. The mission is fraught with danger and risk though as her grounds are patrolled by her sentries and guards who will shoot on sight without hesitation.
We sneak in through the grounds and eventually make our way up to the huge building, we head into a quiet boiler like room in order to equip and ready ourselves and also to go over our plan of action of what we have come here to do. We have come by a piece of secret information (possibly from an insider or spy) that a code or key word that will get us out of trouble or identify us as one of them and not as intruders is the number “56”. Apparently this number carries a very deep and important significance to the scientist.
Before we even get to enter the chateau our plan appears to have been rumbled and its panic stations. Our crew splits up and runs off into the large grounds of the scientist’s property it’s almost as if it is each person for his and herself.
At first I thought that the espionage was a bit of fun but when I begin to hear the loud stuttering automatic rifle noise echoing out over the midnight parkland I realise that this is no longer a game but is for real. I enter into the lithe body of one of the cat suited female members of our team and dive under the cover of a small forest of small evergreen shrubs or trees. I make an army like crawl beneath the undergrowth feeling quite safe and undetectable and that it would be impossible for anyone to see me for the moment.
I emerge out through the other side of the trees and run swiftly out over the grounds. Not far from the exit of the scientist’s home I see a small stone house possibly linked to the main house (it was a bit like how some stately homes have a small outpost or sentry house attached to their grounds for the game warden).
Looking inside the house through the lit up living room I see one member of my team (a Dutch man from my work whom I never speak to but often feel some tension between). He appears to have murdered the occupant of the house, a very elderly lady whose name I gather is Dorothy Perkins (this is actually quite humorous (obviously not the murder bit) as Dorothy Perkins is a young woman’s clothing store back in the U.K. why my subconscious came up with this name is a complete mystery!!).
The old woman appears to have been having a quiet night in listening to records on an old record player or gramophone whilst having a glass of what looks like sherry. The Dutch man appears to have hung her from the ceiling by the record players power cord, it makes for a particularly eerie sight but the man appears to have been cornered and captured by the scientists guards and because of his struggles he his shot on the spot.
Suddenly I hear an authoritative stern voice shout out from behind me “On the floor and don’t move” the man looks like an American police soldier dressed in black body armour holding a large carbine. I drop to the floor and don’t move a millimetre (I also become quite lucid at the scene and its danger taking a moment to notice I’m still in the woman’s body).
The sentinel shouts out repeatedly “Don’t move” over and over again, I get the feeling that he might be testing me, I feel that if I were to move a hair or a bead of perspiration were to drop from my brow he wouldn’t hesitate in tearing my body to shreds with machine gun fire.
After a while of lying on the floor concentrating on remaining utterly and completely motionless the guard drags me up off the floor and escorts me back to the scientist’s mansion, I gather that all of the rest of my comrades and fellow spies have been shot as they resisted capture and tried to run off.
I am led inside the large building where I am introduced to the powerful scientist, she is a stunningly beautiful woman roughly my age or a little older. She has a long light brown pony tail pulled tightly back on her head which is also parted from her right hand side. She has a beautifully formed face with slightly angular and square sculpted features there is something classical about them which reminds me of the sculptures of the female models on the Arc de Triomphe in Paris.
I gather that this woman wields immense power although she seems to be oblivious or indifferent to this as she is so involved in her work, she has many people about her all working for her and waiting and serving her.
I sense that she is very quite and modest too she doesn’t seem to show any guilt about my fellow spies who were shot in her grounds earlier, its not that she is malicious or cruel she simply cannot allow anyone to spy on her whilst she is working.
I appear to be in a slightly privileged position as the scientist is going to let me stay the night at her estate and even let me see the project that she is working on. Some guards lead me to a room where there appears to have been a bit of a commotion it looks like some of my compatriots had managed to get this far but made a real mess searching for something, the scene is very similar to that of a burglary with paper ribbons strewn all about.
I feel very bad and embarrassed about the awful mess that my colleague made. One of the heavily clad security soldiers silently throws a large comfy blanket down onto a long “L” shaped sofa before walking away in a regimented way. I feel very grateful for being allowed to stay the night and having somewhere to sleep like this.
Just before I go to bed I have a roam around looking for the scientist and what she is up to. I find her all alone in a room full of computers kind of like a lab she is sat in very deep thought at a computer and is concentrating deeply on a solution to her scientific project. Apparently the woman’s work is very heavy (intellectually) and involves the study of aerodynamics and the possibility of recycling exhaust gases. The work is way too deep for me and well over my head but I sense that she is trying to find a solution to a problem.
(On waking this dream made me think of the aerodynamic problems in this dream ‘Fantastic prototype with gear issues.’ - 12/24/06).
I get the impression that the woman is working independently or for the British and she doesn’t want this work to fall into the hands of another nation hence her tight controls and the high security on her estate. I sense that she thought her knowledge and hard work would be handed over to some kind of space agency.
I get the impression that she never sleeps and may not need to.
