Flight Simulator with Family.
Saturday, 4/18/09
I dreamt of a video game. Like many game dreams, the visualization was solely of the game itself, and the act of playing the game had no role. I was playing a flight simulator with my grandfather over the net, showing him how to play the game. He was having a hard time with the very modern scenario I had selected, dogfighting at extreme range with missiles. I was familiar with the scenario, so I thought I could teach him better with it, but he seemed less into it than I would have liked.
When I switched to a different scenario, propeller driven aircraft dogfighting over a large lake in the countryside, he was more interested, and he wasn’t the only one. After taking potshots at him during a dive, I heard my grandmother and my father both trying to give him advice. I think they wanted to play, too.