So ik adult Bionicle fans talk a lot about "The Dream" and while I can say I too have had The Dream a couple of times, last night was my first attempt at controlling it. Which is when something fishy happened.
In case anyone doesn't know, The Dream is a sort of shared memory amongst the Bionicle fans of yore and the Bionicle diehards. Tell me, have you ever had a dream that went something like this:
You are in a Toys R Us, Target, Walmart, Lego store, etc. There is a wall of Bionicle toys, all original packaging, exactly how you remember it being all those years ago. This is the backbone of The Dream, with some variance from person to person. Here's how mine went, last night.
So, it's me and my brother. We walk inside the Toys R Us that used to exist where we grew up but no longer does (goes without saying). Right when you entered this store, there was a rotating display of popular toys, which would change periodically. This time it was Bionicle. My brain did not make up any Bionicle packaging. I've done some google image searches, everything was dead on. Here I will mention that The Dream is an extremely vivid one, bordering on lucid.
I pick up this set, Vezon & Fenrakk:
For a lot of people, this is where the dream ends. But mine keeps going. We pick up more sets, but this one is the focus. I can feel the hard corners of the box under my arm. I look to my brother and tell him this:
"I'm not going to open this box. I am going to stick this box in my closet. We will move houses between now and then. Wherever I go, this will go with me. On November 30th, 2022, I will open the box. By then, it will be in my dresser at my college dorm room."
And it's set. I buy it, bring it to my childhood home, place it in my closet. At this point, I started feeling heavy. Like Frodo bringing the ring up Mount Doom. The air felt dense, like some force was trying to prevent me from doing this. I get to my closet and fall backwards, stand up, try again, fall down again. Nevertheless, I get the box in the closet.
My life flashes forward. I see myself moving houses, the box coming with me. Closet to closet, it moves. The end of this montage is me moving into my aforementioned college dorm room and, yes, putting the box in the bottom drawer of my dresser. Here, the dream ends, and I'm in my bed, staring at the ceiling.
Here I will mention that I am not a superstitious person. I'm not entirely convinced by ghosts or spirituality, I don't believe dreams are indictive of anything serious. It was a combination of things. The verisimilitude of the dream, how tactile it was, how accurate its details were, how much I wanted this set as a kid. As I get out of bed, my eyes go to my dresser, and I wonder: did this work?
And if it did work, what does that mean? Have I stumbled upon powers not meant for mortal man, motivated by Bionicle toys? If I can do this, what else can I do? Can my dreams very impactfully transport me to the past? Can I fix mistakes? And what force was trying to stop me? Something greater than I, fully aware of what I was trying to do, trying to unplug me before I unlock abilities no man was meant to possess? Hands trembling, I open my dresser.
aaaaaaaaaaaand it wasn't there. Fuck you, simulation. Anyway, what did y'all dream about last night
