Let's take flight simulation as an example. If you're trying to train a pilot, you can simulate almost the whole course. You don't have to get in an airplane until late in the process.
Obviously, if you are playing against a guy who is known for an up-tempo offense, you'll probably tailor your practice a little bit to say, 'Hey, let's get a couple of fast-paced plays back to back to back to try to simulate that.'
I'd say that we dream primarily the same way that we have consciousness of the world for the same reason. Basically, that our brains evolve to simulate reality and to control what's happening around us.
I need boundaries. In the modern studio there are a bunch of instruments around me, and I can simulate anything I can't play, so sometimes the palette feels too big.
Dr. Emmett Brown: Okay, now, we run some industrial-strength electrical cable from the top of the clock tower, down, suspending it over the street between these two lampposts. Meanwhile, we've outfitted the time vehicle with this big pole and hook, which runs directly into the flux capacitor. At the calculated moment, you start off from down the street, driving directly towards
the cable, accelerating to 88 miles per hour. According to the flyer, at precisely 10:04 p.m. this Saturday night, lighting will strike the clock tower, electrifying the cable, just as the connecting hook makes contact, thereby sending 1.21 gigawatts into the flux capacitor and sending you back to 1985. All right, now. Watch this. You wind up the car and release it. I'll simulate the lightning.
[plugging in and holding up two jumper cables]
Dr. Emmett Brown: Ready.
[attaching one to the model lamppost]
Dr. Emmett Brown: Set. Release!
[Marty lets the toy car go, and Doc attaches the other to a nail in the model clock tower; as the "lightning" strikes, the car catches on fire, runs off the model, and sets fire to a pile
of rags soaking in paint thinner]
Marty McFly: You're not instilling me with a lot of confidence, Doc.
Dr. Emmett Brown: Don't worry. I'll take care of ideas. You just take care of your pop. By the way, what happened today? Did he ask her out?
Marty McFly: [evasively] I think so.
Dr. Emmett Brown: What
did she say?
[hearing a knock on the door, he looks through the drawn shade]
Dr. Emmett Brown: It's your mom! She's tracked you down!
Ted: [Finishing ringing up a customer at his check-out line] There we go. Thank you very much. Please come again. We have a lot more groceries.
[Ted turns around and sits down. He notices Tami-Lynn on the other end of the check-out counter]
Ted: Hey, uh, hey Ellen.
Ellen: Yeah?
Ted: Who's that over
there?
Ellen: [Turns around to see Tami-Lynn before turning back to Ted] Oh, that's the new check-out girl. Don't know her name, seems cute.
Ted: Yeah, very cute. Do you know what I'd like to do to her? Something I call a Dirty Fozzie.
[Ted gets up on his counter and waves at Tami-Lynn, who smiles and waves back at him. They blow kisses at
each other. He dry-humps the credit card machine, making her giggle. He then simulates oral sex with a Snickers bar, making her laugh further. Ted then squirts bottles of lotion on his face to simulate bukkake, causing her to stare blankly at him]
Ted: Okay, all right, so that's where we'll draw the line.