I had a dream last night that I was working for some sort of government agency that had done experiments on twins when they were infants. I didn’t know much about the experiments, except that one twin was the control and the other was the actual test subject. It was my job to round up the twins, who were now adults living supposedly normal lives in society.
One of the twins was Dean. Seeing as he had an extensive amount of hand-to-hand combat training, along with training in weaponry, he put up quite a fight. Still, I managed to best him and threw him in a windowless van.
I then traveled to New York City to a high rise office building where Dean’s twin worked. I busted down the door of an office to find the second Dean (I think his name was also Dean; the test subjects were unaware that they were twins and I guess the scientists were lazy naming the babies). He was sitting behind a desk and threw his arms up in the air as soon as I busted my way in.
"Oh god! Don’t hurt me!" he cried. I immediately thought this one had to be the control.
"Get up!" I ordered through my SWAT mask, pointing my gun at him.
"You’re kind of gonna have to help me with that one," he said snarkily as he wheeled out from behind the desk. He was in a wheelchair. "I only have one foot and the other leg doesn’t work so well, so…"
I lowered my gun. Maybe the first Dean wasn’t the test subject. Maybe it was this one, and if that was the case, was the government maiming innocent people for some malicious, mysterious reason?