Musings & Thoughts for Thursday, November 24, 2022, or: Weird Dreams

What Dreams May Come

I had a weird dream about time travel just before I woke up this morning. It was vivid, too, almost cinematic in both detail and sense of story structure. In fact, there’s one scene that was so crisp and clear in my mind once I woke up that I was able to write a somewhat “improved” version of it on my Facebook timeline:

“There are three conditions you must accept if you’re really going to do this,” the old inventor said.

“Name them,” I said.

“First condition: I’ll send you back to 1972 with some of your memories and skillsets intact…your language skills, mostly, but you’ll have to forget everything and everyone you know from this time period.”

“Um…Okay. I don’t really like 2022 much anyway. And if this works – and I survive – I’ll be back in this time period in 50 years, right?” I said.

“If you don’t get hit by a car or struck by lightning, sure,” the old man said. “Second rule: Since I’m not erasing all of your memories or knowledge – just the stuff that can really fuck up the timeline – be YOURSELF.”

“Who else would I be? Donald Trump?”

“Wiseass,” the old man said gruffly but with wry amusement. “Third condition: It’s a one-way trip back to 1972. This isn’t like in that Stephen King story, ’11/22/63,’ where there’s a gateway back to 2022 that you can slip through whenever you want. This is a one-way trip back in time.”

“Well, that’s okay. There’s nothing for me here in ’22. Besides, I’ll get to be a Star Wars fan for the first time, again.”

The old man frowned. “I thought you said you were going back to reconnect with your first love,” he said.

“Oh, I am,” I said. “But I like to think there are other bennies to this travel-back-in-time thing, y’know?”

I don’t know what I’ll be doing for most of today before getting dressed for dinner. More likely than not I’ll stick to my routine of staying here at my desk (gaming, getting into Twitter feuds with the “red-capped tribe,” or listening to sad songs on Amazon Music) till it’s time to get ready. I would prefer to just stay in my room in my PJs and pretend it’s just another day here in lovely Lithia, but one must try and keep up appearances.

Anyway, Happy Thanksgiving, y’all.