“Hey, partner, wake up!”
The soft female voice causes me to stir. I don’t want to wake up because I know where I will find myself. Back in that damned room. Back in that white prison I have been placed in and I don’t have the slightest clue why. I still don’t know who I am except for my name…
“Jake! Wake up!”
The hard nudge convinces me to open my eyes and I am surprised to see that the room is gone. I find myself leaning back in a car seat.
“About damn time…” the driver mutters.
I look at her and am happy to find that it is the woman from my previous two dreams. She looks at least five years younger and is very flat chested . Memories of her huge tits come to my mind and I wonder if she had surgery at some point.
“…are you ready?”
“I’m sorry,” I say. “My mind is a million miles away.”
She laughs.
“The way you staring at my breasts, I don’t want to know. Save all that sick stuff for Cindy, I hear that you two have been spending a lot of time in the office supply room.”
I pause. I don’t know anyone named Cindy. I don’t even know who she is but I play along.
“Well,” I grin, pointing to my crotch, “when you got it…you got it!”
This causes the woman to laugh and punch me in the arm.
“That’s just it though,” she snickers as she opens her car door, “I hear you don’t even have that! Come on, let’s go.”
I hear her laughing as I exit the car and walk around to where she is standing. I look at the crowded parking lot and at the full moon above us. She begins to head to the entrance of a very fancy hotel and I follow.
We step through a sliding door into a very quiet lobby. She turns and looks at me.
“Considering who we are interviewing, let ME do all the talking.”
I am relived.
“Okay,” I agree and we walk to the desk.
A young man greets us and asks how he can help us. My companion speaks.
“We are here to visit your guest in room 804.”
The clerk types in the room number and I watch as his eyes go wide.
“One second, “ he mumbles and picks up the phone.
As the clerk dials the room, I glance at my companion. Her outfit is very conservative. A black pair of dress pants, light blue blouse, and black dress shoes. She catches my glance and begins to speak when the clerk interrupts.
“Let me see your ID’s and then you can go up.”
My companion reaches into her back pocket and pulls out a small wallet. I reach into my own pocket and find a similar tri fold. She and I hand it to him, he opens them and looks at us.
“Very well, you may proceed. Have a good evening.”
He hands us our wallets back, my companion slips hers back into her pocket and thanks the clerk. I open mine to look at the ID card. Finally a picture, I think as I study it. If this is me then I am not very bad looking. I have more hair in the picture and reach up to feel that the picture is accurate. My companion is younger in this dream so maybe I am also.
The header of the ID is very plain and says only…The Agency. My name, Jake Stafford is below my picture. I feel a poke on my back and look at my companion.
“Are you okay?”
“Sure,” I say as I tuck the wallet into my pocket and proceed to follow her to the elevator.
As the floor numbers start to tick away I am glad to have at least a full name.
“This will be interesting,” my companion says.
I look at her.
“Yep,” I agree.
“You think she is telling the truth?”
I shrug my shoulders, trying to act like I know what is going on.
The elevator chime tells us that we have reached our destination. My partner steps out first.