Ubik

Last night I dreamt i drove Doc's Delorean. In a videogame of some sort. Anyway, all i had to do was press 'up' to accelerate to squinting speed, hovering over the rest of the cars in the road, up a loop-shaped Golden Gate, and press Caps Lock when i was upside down at the top. And flash!, i traveled in time.

My destination point was somewhen in Barcelona. I cannot precise the time. I quickly located another baffled visitor from my own era—white-haired, gray-suited, glasses, politician-type; i can't imagine why i knew him, but soon others joined us, like we were part of the same team. He too recognized the city, but was puzzled at the begging kids in the street. I told him this must be 1940s or 1950, post-war Barcelona.

However, either the universe was not our own, or the world had regressed to 1950 only partially, Ubik-style, dropping some now-futuristic details along the way, creating a confusing mesh of times.

We stopped a young woman whose face we all knew from 2010. She genuinely believed this was 1950, and that she was in the time where she belonged (though she didn't look 60 years younger—she was 30 tops). However, her dressing was too provocative not only for her century, but for ours too; and the magazine she carried read "MP4 music" on the cover.

The street traffic was too dense for 1950. In fact, i had assumed we were in Avinguda Verge de Montserrat, but now i doubt that street even existed in 1950.

I entered one of the buildings. I saw the traditional joking painted tiles on the plastered walls, narrow staircases, unlit corridors... Yes, it was all vintage now.
But they knew digital sound. Hell, i liked it.