I just need all of the scalpels

They woke up in a dark room. On the bedside table lay a note. The writing was a wretched scrawl. If you’re reading this, your memory has been erased. Follow these instructions to get out.

That was nice. The only problem with all of that was that they remembered everything. They got out of bed and burned the note. It hadn’t worked at all. This was fantastic.

They got the key and left the room. The maze of corridors were nothing for them to traverse, as they remembered doing this for years. They eventually found the room they needed to be in. It hadn’t been even an hour.

The doctor was sprawled over the floor, scalpels piercing his flesh and somehow pinning him to the tile. They didn’t know how that had been done. He was still breathing. They leaned over and pulled one out.

With a ragged and sudden breath, the doctor’s eyes opened. “Y-you…”

“It didn’t work,” they told him, irritated. “We had to try again.”

The doctor’s fear left. “Are you kidding me,” he said. “Get me up.”

With a sigh, they pulled all of the scalpels out.

Everyone has a mad scientist

Should I explain what we are going to do today?
Failure to comprehend is irrelevant, you shall become of use,
if just your hands, not your head, there is much to produce
with it just there. Please, don’t try to hard to get in the way –
I have found the best place for you

Now watch out for the little details!
Importance is as importance does, you shall find yourself
becoming important in a different way if you knock against that shelf,
so do keep in mind what you put upon those scales –
I have found the best place for you.

Can you hand me over the vial there?
Do not hesitate, yes or no alone will suffice,
because if you cannot I don’t need to ask twice
to find something more useful than the open air –
I have found the best place for you.

Curious as to what all of this experiment consists?
Oh, it’s delicious, I think even you might admit it
though you may have some difficultly unless time doesn’t permit
and you find your assistance at the bottoms of the lists –
the best place for you?
I thought you knew.
Now. Follow through!

How you plan on recording the mental plane

Arte swallowed, looking over her newest invention. She had been so absorbed in it, she hadn’t noticed when her wife had come up behind her. Slowly, Arte became aware of the taller woman leaning against the back of her chair.

“What’s this one do?” Monse asked.

“A dream recorder. I hope.”

“Yeah?” For some reason, Monse was always excited about Arte’s work. It was as if Monse didn’t know that there was the potential for something to go wrong. Arte would ask to try it here and Monse would agree without a second thought.

Arte knew she shouldn’t keep doing this, but it was so convenient. Yet, there was the thought that eventually Monse would take a step back. This was one of those times. Monse couldn’t possibly want to agree to participate with Arte in testing this. She had to want some privacy. “Well, I’ll find out.”

“You going to use it on yourself?”

Arte opened her mouth, then closed it. That would have been the most obvious answer. She would know best what she dreamed, if she remembered them. She hadn’t even been curious about her own dreams. “That makes the most sense.”

“Then can I see?”

Monse had no limitations, it seemed. Arte should have known better, all these years of marriage. “You want to see my dreams?”

“Of course I do. It’ll be filled with me and machines and nonsensical bullshit. Why wouldn’t I want to see that?”

Finally, Arte looked back at her. Monse grinned. It was infectious. “N-no judgments?”

“Of course not. It’s dreams. All the subconscious or unconscious stuff. But…” She leaned in, breathing against Arte’s cheek. “I could try to make them better dreams and see if we succeed.”

Arte shivered, nodding instinctively.

She hoped it would work.

She hoped the dream would be a good one.