(Non-lucid) I'm sitting with my dad on a park bench just outside of a huge World War II simulation / video game. The participants look like video game characters but the fighting is extremely realistic, cinematic, and violent. Even though Dad and I are close to the fighting, we're not afraid. New soldiers run past us as they charge into the simulation. I stop one as he runs by and add a mustache to him. "How'd you do that?" asks Dad. I shrug. "I think that's just a feature of the game. Maybe they borrowed it from the idea of lucid dreaming." |
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