It's 1993 and I've just lost my 3rd tooth. I'm sleeping with it under my pillow when I smell the most incredible floral perfume. The smell is so intense that I dream of rolling hills of flowers and grass. When I wake up, the tooth is gone. My parents, who hadn't been shy about giving me money in the morning for the previous two teeth the tooth fairy didn't take, swear it wasn't them.
It's 1995 and my teacher is handing out personalised reading assignments. She makes the mistake of handing me 20,000 Leagues under the Sea. From then on she catches me reading it non-stop under the table, but can't confiscate her own book.
It's 1997 and I have a nightmare about a scarecrow. I hate it enough that I drag myself out of my dream. From then on, I've had some control over what I dream. People call it lucid dreaming.
It's 1999 and I've watched the Matrix and Serial Experiments Lain in the same year. I spent the time waiting for the second Matrix movie thinking about technology and minds and all the different worlds. I watch the other Matrix movies, get disappointed and drop the idea of virtual worlds entirely.
It's 2010, and Inception has just been released. After the Matrix I go into it with a doubtful mind, but find the movie enjoyable even though I know dreams can be pushed a lot further than what the movie showed.
It's 2013, and I watch Pacific Rim and Sword Art Online. The idea of the shared minds to drive the Jaegar and a game that traps minds makes me recall 1999. I mull over the idea.
It's 2014, and
reading all these posts in quick succession causes the more distant Inception to crash headfirst into Pacific Rim and Sword Art Online. I flail madly as a world is born.
It's 2014, and I'm writing a novel about lucid dreamers who are the last stand between the waking and the dream world.