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My name is Christine Daee. I like to think of my self as a normal person who can do the extraordinary! My father was an architect but not in the traditional sense. An architect in this case is a person who had the amazing ability to create backgrounds in dreams, setting if you will to what happens in a persons mind. I thought it was the coolest job ever when I was young that was before though.
Forgive me I'm getting ahead of myself. I'm writing this in the first place to kinda keep record of what goes on. Nalia recommended it saying it keeps us sane.
Nalia is the second in command in our small troop but perhaps I better back track more then that.
Let's get the basics down. My father was a dream architect that helped other teams infiltrate a target's mind set up the scene and let them take it from there. Confusing yes but ever exciting with the shifting and building without lifting a single finger. My father in time trained me to be an architect too hoping I'd someday take my place by his side in his company.
A man by the name of Erik Destler did not want that to happen though...
You see this mysterious albeit famous man was the best architect there ever was or so they say and he wanted to remain that way. So what do you do if you're the best architect but keep getting contracts taken by other architects? His move was to eliminate the competition.
You see my father ran a school teaching these dream architects how to harness their ability. I was a student there and in my final year when I first saw him... Long story short he ran us to financial ruin. No one wanted to take contracts from us anymore...Somehow our jobs kept getting sabotaged. It was driving my father to the edge. He started having sinister dreams and he always was jumpy and paranoid. One time he almost hurt me... Screaming something about a forger and ... I apologize its too hard for me too write this anymore... But...
My father died shortly after- suicide. Our last conversation was strange and haunts me still perhaps I shall record it sometime...
All I know is this. His advise was to get my life back to not waste it in dreaming... To wake up.
Dreaming was what made life worth living and if I was going to get that part of my life back then... I'd have to get rid of the being creeping at its corners...
Erik.
He had crossed my dreams at times, haunting its borders. I was going to repay the favor. I met Nalia who recruited me as a Navigator into Erik's dreams. I spent tireless days practicing, perfecting, and polishing every move I'd need. I knew escape routes, I recognized safes knew how to crack them with ease. I never could be as good as my father architect wise but I lived and breathed being able to navigate through subjects mines and weaving my way through there mazes.
Nalia came to me the night before we were going to have our first encounter with Erik and told me there was no going back, if I was going to jump ship best do it now.
After reaffirming I wasn't going to leave she confessed an ulterior motive for picking me as navigator. I knew there had to be I had no real experience behind me as others did. A previous navigator had ghosted through Erik's subconscious and found multiple memories with 'me' in them.
I served their ends two ways.
Navigate through the madman's mind and play the perfect bait.
(A/N: For those of you who have not seen inception I shall try to better explain the concepts in later chapters but for now this is just a taste and a page of Christine's journal.- I'll be switching back and forth from Journal entries to Actual events. Please Review! Thankies! )
Note: Forgers= People who can shapeshift within a dream + have a high imagination ability and able to summon weapons within a dream.
- 002fox
