He’d even lucid-dreamed before, successfully, though he got his ass handed to him by the dream-entity that was his doppelgänger. And McKay had been there to help him get rid of it.
McKay’s not here, he’s alone, and he doesn’t have a team of scientists hooking him up to machines and stuff.
So he thought he could do this lucid dreaming thing well. He was wrong.
It’s cold. Desolate. He’s wearing his gray jacket and his tactical vest and it’s not enough in this environment. And now he’s staring at a tent, and a table, with some poor person there like they’re ready to be dinner.
The hunger he’s experiencing is staring to worry him.
Reality Check Dream 1
He’d even lucid-dreamed before, successfully, though he got his ass handed to him by the dream-entity that was his doppelgänger. And McKay had been there to help him get rid of it.
McKay’s not here, he’s alone, and he doesn’t have a team of scientists hooking him up to machines and stuff.
So he thought he could do this lucid dreaming thing well. He was wrong.
It’s cold. Desolate. He’s wearing his gray jacket and his tactical vest and it’s not enough in this environment. And now he’s staring at a tent, and a table, with some poor person there like they’re ready to be dinner.
The hunger he’s experiencing is staring to worry him.
“What?”
He stares at Hickey, in mild shock.
“What the hell are you talking about?”
He has an idea of what he’s talking about.