LucidAlue

 The monitor is showing the images of some kids playing on the beach. They were all in other forms; a dog, a cat, a dolphin, and a duck. Kids were always choosing animals. The man in the chair gave a small frown, as he pressed a key on the key board. "Four targets. Level three." He said into a microphone in front of him. The man was in the dream world, having already died in the real world. Now, he was always watching for targets. Not of his choice, no. But it kept him alive, instead of ending up like what happened to the targets. Work for the thing that was going to eat you, or be eaten by that thing? He had chosen the one that let him live,