You should watch thr movie ‘The Butterfly Effect’ its literally that. He initially goes back in time to fix something but then winds up ruining everything.
Yep, seen it a long time ago, my brother absolutely loved it and watched it like a couple dozen times. If I remember correctly the story was that the guy was changing the past but each timeline ended up being fucked up in one way or another. The difference in my story was that it was more like nothing changed, nothing changed, nothing changed, and then suddenly it’s irreparably fucked up with no way back as I’ve lost the timeline that lead me to that time machine in the first place. Oh and my time machine was a weirder one. It was an app, which I remembered poking as a kid and not understanding it’s purpose. which was shared in my old small neighborhood LAN network, on a PC of a guy who had tons, almost impossible amounts of content shared to the network, but he never appeared in chat and nobody ever saw him except the network admin when he joined. In my dream I found the old dusty and forgotten cable to that network, plugged it in his and found that his was the only machine still online, and now being adult it took no effort to find that app again and figure it out. I’m almost tempted to go and check that cable in real life next time I come visit my parents, I’m pretty sure the cable is still there, but, realistically, the networking equipment is probably either dead or stolen by now, as that network was established in early 2000’s and died out quickly when ISP’s with affordable packages arrived.
Sorry for the rambling, it was such a vivid dream I’m having trouble shutting the fuck up about it whenever I remember it.
You should watch thr movie ‘The Butterfly Effect’ its literally that. He initially goes back in time to fix something but then winds up ruining everything.
Yep, seen it a long time ago, my brother absolutely loved it and watched it like a couple dozen times. If I remember correctly the story was that the guy was changing the past but each timeline ended up being fucked up in one way or another. The difference in my story was that it was more like nothing changed, nothing changed, nothing changed, and then suddenly it’s irreparably fucked up with no way back as I’ve lost the timeline that lead me to that time machine in the first place. Oh and my time machine was a weirder one. It was an app, which I remembered poking as a kid and not understanding it’s purpose. which was shared in my old small neighborhood LAN network, on a PC of a guy who had tons, almost impossible amounts of content shared to the network, but he never appeared in chat and nobody ever saw him except the network admin when he joined. In my dream I found the old dusty and forgotten cable to that network, plugged it in his and found that his was the only machine still online, and now being adult it took no effort to find that app again and figure it out. I’m almost tempted to go and check that cable in real life next time I come visit my parents, I’m pretty sure the cable is still there, but, realistically, the networking equipment is probably either dead or stolen by now, as that network was established in early 2000’s and died out quickly when ISP’s with affordable packages arrived.
Sorry for the rambling, it was such a vivid dream I’m having trouble shutting the fuck up about it whenever I remember it.