I'm a Doll

Last night, I was a Doll. Yes, like on Dollhouse (damn Fox for cancelling that show just when it was getting really good!).

Except I wasnt. I didn't look like me, and I was both involved in the action and watching it all at the same time. I can't remember the full set up, but myself and a few other people (one of them the dean of students where I work) were infiltrating a town that was some kind of cult. There was a special event going on that we were trying to get information about or something along those lines. We snuck into town pretending to be one of the faithful, making chit-chat, etc.

Eventually we ran into a guy who pretended to know us. Now from my perspective watching the action, I knew it was Vincent Ventresca's character from Dollhouse, and I knew he didn't have anything more to do with the cult than we did because he was just trying to get revenge on the Dollhouse. But in the dream, I kind of went along with it, flirted, pretended that I knew him too.

He got us inside the hotel we'd been trying to infiltrate, sat us down at a table with some "friends" of his, and then, naturally, betrayed us and revealed that we weren't who we were pretending to be. Unfortunately I'm not sure what the thrilling climax was since I woke up.