Let me tell you about a weird experience! Somewhere around early 90's, when Amiga market was slowly dying, I had this recurrent dream about entering my local computer shop and seeing the stands fully loaded with amiga games, specially adventure ones, my favourite type.
It was a sad dream, though, the kind of dream you have when you're close to awake and realize you wish all of it were real... but it isn't. At my local computer shop Amiga games had already been displaced for PC and console stuff. My dream image of the Amiga stand was so vivid... but I knew I would never see that again...
Time passed, Amiga was finally wiped out, I just forgot, life moved on...
...and unexpectedly some 20 years later I find myself bumping into retro-computing forums and meetings, making a bunch of new friends there, becoming a classic text adventure (and in fact any other kind of adventure) collector, buying 8 and 16 bit hard and soft and beeing and active Amiga user... again. I live somewhere else and my local computer shop is long gone. My room itself has changed a lot through the years. Now I've got a set of wood shelves where I drop my adventure collecting things, which include a lot of Amiga games. Yesterday I was reading this thread and glanced at it, and it was the proverbial gaze into the abbys, cause as blurry and distorted and misplaced as it could be, the image of my shelves were the same as in my younghood sad recurrent dreams of Amiga adventure games loaded stands.
Ouch, bittersweet memories of things that could be... and weren't.
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Then again, you know, you can time-travel in the astral plane, so maybe I met Rednova and Cammy there last night and they devilishly fooled me into sending that image to my former self dreams just to tease him a bit. Oh, I hate you for that
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