Last night I dreamed that I knew a weird old dude who had something he called a “Dundernarium.” It looked like one of those wooden train whistle toys that you can buy at Cracker Barrel or somewhere, except it was much longer and packed with a mysterious green drug that looked a lot like marijuana. He claimed that if all of the drug inside were ever smoked, the world would be completely re-made. Of course, with a setup like that it pretty much has to get smoked, doesn’t it?
Once it was smoked, me and Al sat around waiting for the change to happen. “Don’t worry,” the old man said, “the transition with the machines is pretty cool.” Suddenly we all busted into a bunch of machine like components and had our consciousnesses expanded. Then we swiftly reformed back into bodies that looked only subtly different from the ones we previously had. “Wha?” I thought. “How is this different?”
I found I had a backpack in my hands now, so I looked inside. I found some documents from the University of Kentucky and a Lanyard from {The Company}. I somehow found out that we had time-traveled back to 199X! Al seemed disgruntled by this, exclaiming, “Well, that’s great.” But I was very happy. All the things I could do over: not start smoking anything, not quit {The Company}, and so on. It would be great! For some reason, we were in [REDACTED] and I was looking around, and everything seemed smaller and less developed. I walked out into the bright sunshine to face all the new opportunities that had been offered me.