1934

So, what I am hearing", says Erik, "Is that this Refuge, is really a place of dreams  Or collective dreams." "Except we were all actually there", says Carl, "Including you.  But you're right, we all seem to be remembering and experiencing it as a dream." And I interject, "Neither did we lose one single second of real time for having been there... There is someone standing on the road just ahead, holding out his arms as though to halt us.  There is a shining brilliance of gold and emerald green, and, it is..Tron?".  We screech to a sudden stop on the side of the road and he walks calmly and majestically towards my car.