Every second of the night, I live another life

I'm this skinny girl age 16 with pale skin, and face length dark brown hair. I was kidnapped and brainwashed by some scientist in his mid 30's or early 40's, all I remember of what he looked like is he was maybe 5'10", medium build, short dark hair (can't tell if it was brown or black) with salt & pepper gray undertones. His hair was a bit longer in front of his face, it kind of hung nose length down in his face at times. He wore small round glasses.

Anyway, this scientist has robots and things to maintain his laboratory, which is set underground. His lab is adjacent to the house, however the lab is connected to an underground cavern. I remember small marshes, little puddles on the ground, and small Stalagmites.

I have no idea who I was or where I was from. The scientist told me he created me, and that I wasn't 'exactly' human. I believed him, but subconsciously part of me felt something was off and that things weren't right.

He kept me nude always, I guess for eye candy purposes, I assume this because he never touched me inappropriately nor did I ever see him touch himself. However, I do remember these latex nipple caps he put on me. Which was the only covering he kept on my body. Even though I was nude, the climate was always comfortable. I was never hot or cold, he made sure of that.

All I ever did was light labor. Whatever the robots didn't do. Nothing complicated. Mostly picking up misplaced items and putting them back, or tidying up, which the guy was pretty organized and not much of a slob, so I didn't spend very much time working. Mostly just walking around amazed at the things I saw in the lab and the cavern, and confused about who I was, and where I was really supposed to be. I also remember the cavern part of the lab had these blue and green flood lights, to keep from tripping I guess in the holes and puddles in the ground.

His colleagues would come and visit from time to time. So he made sure I would always hidden during these visitation times. There was one in particular who was always snooping around. He saw me twice. Once he caught me hiding and tried to coax me out, just before my creator walked in and caught him snooping.

The last time he caught me hiding in the cavern, I had ran under a dilapidated stairwell in the corner and hid myself beneath a sheet. This time, the other colleagues had my creator busy with something. The nosey colleague guy pulled me out from my hiding place and took me outside. He turned me over to a group of investigators, who returned me to a bunch of strangers that were supposed to be my family.


© November 25, 2005, L. Karriem

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This was one of my more memorable dreams. I should have tried getting it interpreted back when I had it. Don't recall what was going on in waking life at that time, other than which ex I was with