23 Chapter 23 - Fabricated Dreams (1/2)

Dustin stopped and looked around.He hadn't taken the time to sleep in that cave after all the sex, and he was starting to wish he had.He was exhausted.Walking during the rain seemed to have drained him, and he wasn't sure why.

”Is anyone else feeling really tired, asked the crystal prince.

”Yea, I can barely keep my eyes open,” complained Olivia.

”There must be something in the rain that's causing it.I don't remember this the last time it rained, but I also took shelter and didn't stay in it the whole time.”

”Well, let's find a place to rest.”

It took them about twenty minutes to get a little lean-to built.Using branches from surrounding trees to keep off a lot of the rain, and they threw more inside to lay on, it didn't look to bad for a rushed job in a downpour. As they climbed inside, exhaustion pulled at them, and they were all quickly asleep.

-Dreaming:

-”Dustin, what are you doing?”

-He looked up to see he had been going through her purse. (Why would he do that?)

-”My buddy said you went to see the clinic yesterday, so I was looking for the receipt,” he answered, glaring at her.

-”You think just because we're dating, that gives you permission to go through my purse?”She was obviously pissed. (She should be!Why the hell would I go through a woman's purse?Those things are like black holes!)

-”Then tell me why you went to the clinic.”

-”I got an abortion.I told you that I didn't want no brats!” (Can you even get abortions at a clinic? What the hell?)

-”You bitch!” he swung at her, hitting her eye. (I would never hit a woman first!What kind of shit is this?)

Dustin managed to jerk himself awake, furious.That dream was supposed to be a rerun of what had happened, but he knew without a doubt, none of that had happened.What was going on?

He looked outside, to see that it had stopped raining, and things were starting venture out again.The birds had started singing, to fill the silence after the storm.

Olivia woke with a start, and sat up, with a scowl on her face.

”Did you get the dream augmentation, too?” he asked, curious.

”Those damn dreams are a load of crap.None of that happened.”

”You've lived longer than they anticipated.The dreams are starting to break down,” said the crystal prince, as he sat with his back against the tree trunk.

”What do you mean?” asked Olivia, before he could.

”We gave that technology to you human's too.The dreams that are fabricated only follow the original story line for a few days before breaking down. It's supposed to make the dreamer more suicidal, at least based on what the human government was wanting.We used the dream tech for other uses.”

”So, does that mean, there's a chance what happened, didn't actually happen?” asked Dustin, suddenly wondering.He could see himself hitting a woman, especially if she had hit him first, but for a woman to be able to almost break a jaw, like he remembered, would take a pretty strong woman, and never went for that type.All the girls he dated would have hated to chip a nail, much less actually punch a guy.

”Actually, that's a pretty safe bet.It's far easier to sentence someone to a crime, if that person believe they actually did it.”