If I meditate long enough (ten minutes will suffice), I can find myself in a setting. Last night I was at a futuristic tavern, with a touchscreen table where I could play poker merely by touching the virtual cards. Wherever people's footsteps landed on the black floor, neon ripples would radiate. Outside the tavern, through a large window, was a rustic street with children bicycling in circles around a fire hydrant... I was also chatting with someone, but I can't remember what was said (odd, because I remember dream conversations with great clarity). It takes concentration to be able to hold the scene in the mind's eye without it flickering out of your vision, no more than a fleet butterfly. The hardest part is moving without actually moving.
Due to the concentration involved (and the shallowness if the right concentration and imagination is not obtained), they're pretty much inferior to dreams.
Also, this is almost impossible to accomplish when your eyes are open, because you constantly must convince yourself.
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