These Dreams…

By: Seuss Fan

(Note: I do not own Repo! or any of its characters. So, Terrance Zdunich and Darren Smith please do not sue me!)

Chapter 4: Blame not my cheeks …

Sasha decided to cut the crap and see a professional. True, she had fun taking classes on the human mind but all the facts and figures were giving her more headaches. Not exactly a solution to her problem.

"How long have these dreams been occurring?"

"Approximately, 1 year and 9 months but they don't happen every night.

"Really?"

"Yeah. The first one happened a year ago, the next one sixth months after that, and the most recent was just three months ago."

"I see. And what occurs in these dreams?"

"Well, I'm sent to this strange place. It's dark and desolate and every building looks like it could fall apart any second. Well, except for the GeneCo building."

"The GeneCo building?"

"Yeah, it's the headquarters for this bio-tech company that produces artificial organs."

"Artificial organs?"

"Yeah, apparently in the future people need multiple organ transplants."

"So, these dreams occur in the future?"

"Yes."

"How far into the future?"

"Let's see. Currently it's 2029 so I'd say about twenty years or so."

" Alright, so now that you've described the setting of your dreams let's discuss the characters. Have you interacted with anyone in these dreams?"

"Yes, um first there was Graverobber…"

"Graverobber?"

"He's a drug dealer."
"And what drug does he sell?"

"Zydrate."

"What's Zydrate?"

"It's a painkiller."

"In your dreams have you experienced the effects of this painkiller?"

"Yes. I had sex with Graverobber in order to obtain the drug, since I didn't have any money. And then this chick Amber came into the picture. Apparently, they had a history together. Oh, did I forget to mention that I assume a different identity in these dreams. My name's different and usually I have different hair or some other physical feature and clothes and a new family history and I get it sent to me all at once. Like a giant flash goes off in my brain and suddenly I'm a new person!"

"I see. Well, Sasha I can tell you two things. One, our session for today is over. We will resume this discussion next Wednesday. Two, you have a very active imagine. Most likely, you have nothing to worry about. I'll probably end up prescribing you an over-the-counter sleep aid. However, we can continue to see each other until you feel comfortable handling the situation by yourself."

"Um, thanks Dr. Kushner."

"Goodbye, Sasha."

"Bye, Doc."

Sasha left her session just as frustrated as she had been when she first arrived.

"So, now that you're seeing this therapist dude you gonna switch you're major?" Riley asked listened to Sasha recount the events of her day.

"No. Psychology isn't so bad. Besides, someday I'd like to be able to help people like me."

"You mean people who have premonitions?"

"For the last time I'm not having premonitions!"

"Oh, c'mon Sash! You keep dreaming about this world that's decades into the future. Let's face it, it's gotta be a sign."

"Jim doesn't think so."

"Jim is an unimaginative loser who thinks that fantasy is just a section of the library. Don't listen to him. Don't listen to that quack head doctor either. You're not crazy and your imagination is not that active. Believe me, I've dated girls with more insane thoughts than you. You're brain is not designed to think of thoughts like these without help. Someone is trying to tell you something."

"That's creepy."

"That's the way premonitions work."

"I'm still kinda weary regarding that theory."

"Look, I'm not saying that I'm right. I'm just saying I think you may want to keep an eye out."

"Whatever. I appreciated your help Riley but I haven't had a dream in a month and a half. I think the worst is behind me."

"Alright, guess I'll see you around. Later, Sasha dearest."

"Later, Riles."

Following Riley's exit Sasha decided close her eyes for a bit to clear her head of her whirlwind day. But before she had fully fallen asleep she knew that she was in for a less than ordinary nap.

Sasha once again awoke on what she had now learned was called Sanitarium Island. She walked around the bleak streets and alleyways until her new name arrived on its usual lightening bolt.

"This time, I'm Alaina ", Sasha thought to herself as she felt her old life slowly slipping away. As usual once her name appeared in her mind her new biography followed.

Alaina was another wandering Z addict who was desperate for extra cash to support her growing habit. Her parents both had their organs repossessed and there was no one else she could turn to. She spent her days at her family's old home still reeling from her latest high. Her nights were filled dumpster diving to find change. She never paid Graverobber enough for his services but he let it slide; she was a good kid who deserved a break every now and then. Sick of scurrying through trash heaps on a nightly basis Alaina decided it was time to find a job. She had heard through the drug addict grapevine that the infamous Amber Sweet was looking for a personal assistant. Alaina had no clue what a washed up heiress like Amber would need with an assistant but there she was marching towards the alley behind GeneCo where Ms. Sweet was holding her interviews.

"Next!" Amber called loudly, awakening the stale air that hung like a cloud over the city.

"My name is Clarissa."

"Ok, Clarissa. Why do you wanna help me?"

"Well, cause you're famous and rich and popular and…"
"If I wanted someone to compliment me twenty-four seven I could go anywhere. I don't need an assistant for that. Next!"

Alaina quietly took her place in line. It didn't take long for her to get her turn; Amber moved pretty fast.

"What's your name?"

"Alaina."

"Pretty name. So, where you from?"

"Here."

"Alright. And do you have a job?"

"This would be my first one."

"So, what do you do in your spare time?"

"Get high off Z."

"Oh, so you think we can be drug pals? Is that why you want the job?"

"No, I just need some quick dough, that's all."
Amber carefully weighed her options. Alaina didn't seem like a bad person; she wasn't too nice or clingy and she could keep herself company while she was coming down from her highs while simultaneously keeping her father out of the loop.

"Okay, kid you're hired. Stop by tomorrow after 1:00. My surgery should be over by then."

"Thank you for the opportunity, Miss Sweet." Alaina said as she put out her right hand.

"Please, kid," Amber said as she took Alaina's hand, "call me Amber."

Alaina arrived the next day at 1:00 as requested. She stood by the GeneCo building, patiently waiting for Amber to make her grand entrance. As the hour ticked by Alaina wondered what kinda warped comic book look Amber would choose this time. After an hour and a half of sitting around Amber finally walked up the street, flanked by her bodyguards.

"You're here early."

"Actually Amber you're late."

"Didn't anyone tell you not to criticize your employer?"

"Sorry, Amber."

"That's better. Now come along Alaina, we have a lot of work work to do."

Alaina shuffled behind her boss, quickly regretting her decision to show up.

Alaina spent her days cleaning up Amber's mess. After her surgeries Alaina had to help her get acclimated to her new parts. During her highs Alaina had to keep lookout for Mr. Largo. Essentially, Alaina had become a glorified babysitter. She no longer had any time for herself and therefore could not get high every night. Her withdrawal symptoms mixed with the dirty work she was doing for Amber pushed Alaina over the edge. If she wanted to at least keep her sanity she needed to quit.

Alaina had decided that Friday would be her last day. She would inform Amber of her resignation just before her daily meeting with Graverobber. This way when she woke up from her drug haze she wouldn't remember a thing. Alaina carefully prepared her speech as she joined Amber at their usual meeting place.

"I can do this. I'm strong, I can do this," she muttered to herself as she braced herself for the day to come.

Alaina felt fully prepared to quit as the caravan rounded Graverobber's corner. However, when she saw Graverobber's face a distant memory pulled her way from her course of action.

"It's me, Layla!" she shouted as her eyes met Graverobber's.

"Alaina, I've known you for two years. Unless you've suddenly decided to change your name I have no idea who this Layla person is."

"C'mon you must remember me! You gave me the best sex of my life!"

"Hey, no one has sex with this guy but me!" Amber protested as she pulled away from the Z gun.

"Well, I figured that when you busted us."

"Busted you? What the fuck are you talking about? This is the first time I'm ever hearing that you slept with my fuck buddy over here."

"Love to hear that I'm just a piece of meat to you Amber."

"And you! When did I give you permission to bang other chicks?"

"Since when were we exclusive?"

The fight continued as Alaina came back from her daydream. Although she was confused as to why her employer and former drug dealer were fighting she decided to ignore this feeling of bewilderment and continue with her original plan.

"Amber, I'm quitting." Alaina declared temporarily stopping the heated sex discussion.

"Huh?"

"Look, you've been a great boss and this has been fun but I just don't think that this arrangement would work out in the long term. I'm sorry."

"Fine, quit! I don't care. You've been driving me crazy today anyway!"

"What did I do? I've always done whatever you asked! How could I possibly piss you off by following your own instructions?"

" First, you pretend to be this Layla chick and now I'm arguing with this two bit hack about the fact that he cheated on me or didn't cheat on or….uh, whatever! I've had up to here with you! I never get frustrated! I'm always mellow, calm, or in a drug filled haze and I don't know what I'm saying! But I am so livid right now that I can't even think about being relaxed! Fernando, Roberto, let's go home."

"I'm gonna split too. Bye."

Alaina watched as Graverobber, Amber, and her two bodyguards quickly fled the scene. Before she could even digest the events that had just taken place Sasha was in her old room, in her familiar, comfy bed listening to Riley and Jim fight.

"You got blood stains all over my good shirt!"

"They're brown dots! I was painting and needed a smock. What, you think I use men's dress shirts instead of pads?"

"I don't know what you freaky, hyper, hippy chicks do."

"I'm not a hippy. Hyper, yes. Flower child, hell no."

"Guys, what the heck are you talking about? And why are you in the same room? I thought you hated each other."

"Well, Riley came to me because she has something to tell you and she didn't know how to say it."

"And because he's known you longer I thought he could give me some advice."

"So, what does that have to do with Jim's dress shirt?"

"That's a story for another time. Riley, would you like to say what's on your mind?"

"Sure. Sash, I don't want you to freak out but there's something important I have to tell you. I need a lung transplant.

Before any questions of concern could pass her lips Sasha felt a sense of déjà vu calmly wash over her.