Minecraft is like a lucid dream, you get to build and create out of nothing, make a whole world your own and just how you want it. but somehow it manages to maintain that illusive wonder about it; where did the monsters come from? How did I get here? Where am I? And most importantly the ghost of Herobrine. it can be great and beautiful or but it can all to quickly shape to a nightmare as the creepers begin to descend.