I had such a strange dream last night. I was in the room where in real life I grew up during the 80's, wondering what I would have actually been doing in 1991, like I knew I was visiting from the future. I thought probably watching that small black and white TV I'm seeing, that was sort of lopsided, hanging off of a dresser. As I was trying to remember what would be on the VHF/UHF airwaves in 1991, the phone rings and it's my Aunt Anne, who in real life lives in California. She said she loved the granola recipes I apparently shared somewhere (in 1991 maybe it was on a BBS?), but she urgently wanted to put my mother on the phone because she had something to tell me. (In real life she died on Easter of 2024 after a long battle with thyroid cancer.) I said "of course!", and my mom greets me. I asked how she was doing, and she said, "Well, at least the solar system hasn't blown up yet." I'm thinking "YET?!", and I'm suddenly pulled awa...
