"What is all of this about?" I asked, though I doubted that I would get a straight answer. To my surprise, though, a direct answer is exactly what I got.
"You are above a secret governement facility known as Area 52." Though his answer was limited, his frank manner surprised me.
"What happened to Area 51?" I asked with a slight grin. I didn't expect to be taken seriously.
"Area 51 is controlled by the United States government. Area 52 is under the pervue of an international organization," the man behind the desk explained. "Our job is to watch Area 51. And, that's where you come in, Mr. Fields."
I shifted uncomfortably in my chair. I didn't like where this was going, but of course, I hadn't liked this entire situation.
"I guess I have no choice in the matter." I was finally able to say something. I opened my mouth to say something else, but the words didn't come.
"I will gladly tell you more," the man said, nodding his head to one side. "The activities of Area 51 have changed recently. And, these changes have us worried. They have been kidnapping people with special abilities."
My eyebrow went up when he mentioned the word kidnapping. The man behind the desk caught this, adding, "And, yes, we have kidnapped you. For that I apologize, but it had to be done. Our goal is to treat you with the utmost respect, though."
We were both silent for a moment. I could tell that he wanted me to say something. I just wanted to know more about what was going on. Well, actually, all I wanted was to forget this place and go home. Knowing more, though, seemed like a good second place option.
"You mentioned special abilities. What kind?"
"The most notable one is prophetic dreams, but there are others."
My mind drifted to the weird tank dream I had right before being kidnapped. I had a feeling that this man already knew about that, but I didn't want to take the chance, so I stayed quiet. Unfortunately, it didn't do any good.
"We know that you have special dreams, Mr. Fields," the man continued. "We would like your help."
"We simply want to know what your dreams are." His answer seemed a little vague, so I had to clarify.
"So, you just want me to tell you about my dreams, like a session with a shrink?"
"No, not exactly," the man replied slowly. "We need to know about every aspect of your dreams, not just the bits you can remember."
If I felt uncomfortable before, I really felt uncomfortable now. I decided to use a little reverse phsycology of my own.
"So, what am I suppose to call you?"
"You may call me Agent Michaels." He stood up from his chair, and gesturing toward a portion of the non-descript wall, he continued, "Now that we know each other a little better, let me show you to one of our labs we like to call the Dream Station."