2 Works by ladysisyphus in Inception (2010)
One of his greatest virtues was that he didn't ask questions; thus, when their Architect, a fussy little woman with wild green eyes, had described to him the contours of the half-hearted equivalent of French palace gardens to him, he had nodded at the appropriate points and committed the layout to memory, and never once voiced an inquiry as to why that might be the best place to unearth the secrets of a Somali weapons dealer. That decision had been Cobb's to make, and that meant all Arthur had to do was internalize the twists and turns made by the various horticultural obstiacles until he could quite literally walk them in his sleep.
After long enough, he'd learned to recognize shared dreams by their persistent logic. One mind might make a place where hamburgers floated leisurely through the air, or theatre curtains opened onto graveyards, or your mother sounded like Humphrey Bogart, but two minds in coordination knew that just wasn't true. So when the martini in his hand stopped being made of liquid piano music, he knew he wasn't alone.