This isn't a nightmare. The doors were an almost common phenomenon. People seeing the same dream and even seeing each other. People on the other side of the world met each other in their dreams. Government reaction? Well, their initial plan was to kidnap these people. Experiment with them. However, it grew at an exponential rate. Everyone was seeing these doors. Soon you couldn't just pluck someone out of their homes or from the street. Still, those of us who were curious about this phenomenon found it to be a lot more sinister than most believed.
My name is Ryan, agent #454642, team psychologist. I try to keep people from going insane, but I don't know how I can do that in a world that isn't our own. We all fell asleep as planned and the scientists who connected our consciousness did a great job. We all woke up together in the same room.
The room was dimly lit by a light bulb, but other than that it was featureless. The room seemed to be concrete, but once again, we couldn't say for sure. We all collected ourselves and walked through the first door. We called the next area the climb. Stairs in every direction, like a tangled web of edged slopes. It was something out of an MC Escher nightmare, but what kept our attention were the doors. The doors that led to places that we could not predict and we planned on searching as many as we could.
Doors were on the steps, doors were lying against the steps, doors on the floor and doors just floating in empty space. Madness, but there some order to it that nobody else but I could see. Somebody designed this nightmare with an intention and it was time to find out what it was. We split into three teams of two, an agent with every civilian. One team climbed up, one team stayed on the level and my team descended.
My partner was a civilian named Lionel. We both decided to see how far the stairs went so we began to descend into a seeming abyss. All objects were illuminated, from stairs to doors, but there weren't any walls as far as we could see. Just so much darkness. Our steps didn't make a sound. I suppose it wouldn't if we were in some kind of vacuum. The idea of empty space crossed my mind, but I believed that the ground absorbed all pressure perfectly, so each step had its sound muffled.
However, my theory was scrapped when we soon heard a scream, followed by a heavy object hitting the ground in front of us. The stairs shifted, but didn't break. It was one of the civilians. Immediately, Lionel began to panic believing the object to have crushed the civilian we heard scream. It wasn't too hard to convince him that none of it was real and the civilian would have woken up. Instilling an idea that we could not die in this 'dream' world.
Once that was done we continued our descent, but Lionel was still shook up. We were growing tired and decided to walk through the first door. Hopefully it would contain the food or resources we needed, like some doors we searched in the past. Unfortunately, it did not. Unlike the reported doors this one led to a hallway, not a room. We walked down to end but found an agent, dead. He was mauled by some sort of creature, claw marks and lacerations lined his body and blood splattered everywhere like Pollock painting inspired by 80s slasher films.
We turned around to find the hallway had shortened and the door was in front of us. Lionel ran through first and I followed, pausing on the stairs to look back. Turning for a moment I saw the agent lift his head and smile with bloodied teeth. I paused for a moment of fear, but as it began to move the door shut by itself, leaving me int he void with sinking feeling. I believe something was in that room and it had control over the world. Or perhaps, there were more dangerous creations than the ones we found before. When I looked around I could not find Lionel. Not a sound was being made so I decided to ascend towards the last agent and civilian. It didn't take long.
The stairs seemed to understand my goal and moved upwards. I saw the figures of two people. Recognizing their backs I leapt off the rising stairs to the stationary ones the figures were ascending. I ran up to meet them, but I made a mistake in assuming they were who I thought they were. The figures turned around revealing faces that lack anything. It was like the center of each of their faces was replaced with the darkness that we walked in. The figures kept facing me, but both walked off the stairs, falling into the abyss, bouncing off doors and steps violently. Snapping sounds of bound and fleshy smacks reached my ears, again, I believe by design and I smiled.
I was ready to return now to the real world, my mission having reached its end. I activated my watch and the chemical was released in the room in the real world. I woke up in the chamber and you know the rest. The others didn't move from their bunks and I felt so very hopeful that we succeeded. I saw my colleagues beyond the glass give me the thumbs up. The subjects were terminated, including the traitorous double-agents.
From this report we can conclude that the experiment was a success. With the right emitter we can influence the state of this 'dream' world. We can decide where the stairs lead and what is behind each door. Further experimentation is required, but soon we will have the control we seek. The power to influence and destroy anyone that sleeps. We had taken fool advantage of the doors phenomenon, though I felt we pushing the fear a little too far. That bloodied smile stuck with me...