Lyme Dreams: A Series #4 - Male Sirens in Space

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This dream was a full-on sci-fi movie in my sleep.  So here goes the dream:

Long before the actual realistic move of people into space, some vain long-forgotten actor with more money than sense started an illegal genetic program to try to create clones to do his work as body doubles and to enhance his own life, either as parts to harvest for himself or to give himself new skills through the genetically enhanced body doubles.  In my dream, it may or may not have resembled a real life actor, but I'm sure that was a coincidence, let's just call them Brom Drews.   

Brom intended the clones to be peaceable, suggestible look-alikes. The genetics program successfully duplicated his DNA but something went horribly wrong. The doubles weren't dumb, suggestible, and peaceable. They were still vain and charming in personality, people with the voice of an Angel but they were disfigured and mentally unstable. They had successfully cloned Brom's mental state and personality but not his perfect exterior. 

Before the scientists could fix their errors the vain actor Brom visited.  When he saw the disfigured and unstable clones he was horrified by the mirroring of all of his less than savory parts.  Brom pulled all funding and hoped the mistakes would be forgotten. The clones being vain and ruined and purposeless were abandoned in Space, on a lonely Space laboratory to fend for themselves.  Brom hoped they would all die and be entirely forgotten.  

Somehow with the stores at the laboratory, they survived long enough to be forgotten, but not long enough to totally starve.  Men started traveling in space a bit more.  During this time the clones had become tormented and slowly descended into malice and vengeful spite. They lured passing ships in with charm and song and pleas for help and then they would kill them. Usually by inflicting some disfigurement to the victims' faces first. Often starting with blinding because they are horrified by their own appearance.  Tormented by their inherent vanity and the knowledge that they were meant to be beautiful clones and are horribly disfigured.  Then they eat their victims and lie in wait for more.  

In my dream, the disfigured clones have lured in a ship full of a crew of mercenaries.  And some sort of terrible cat and mouse game was going on aboard the lab station.  

I don't remember the rest.  But there you have it.  A full sci-fi dream that was so intensely detailed and so real. I felt like I lived the fight onboard.