cobra rage

I had a dream the other night in which I discovered the location of everything I owned as a child.

The details of the preceding dream tale are mostly lost, save only a memory of a flooded parking ramp (that had open sides, which made it weird).  But I clearly remember discovering a two-story house a few blocks from my childhood home in Rib Mountain, WI.  It would seem that I had also lived there as a child at some point, having just somehow forgotten until now.  I must have left in a hurry, as everything that I once but no longer owned was stashed away within drawers and closets.

The first item I discovered was the Cobra Rage.  Made in 1990, it was described as an, "urban assault vehicle with land mine dispenser!"  The above picture can do the toy no justice, so instead look to this YouTube video review.  The amount of details and moving parts on the vehicle are spectacular.  I loved this thing to pieces, and might still have one of the detachable missiles in my bag of neat LEGO parts that I still carry with me.

There were other items, most of which are fading from memory.  Case after case of nice pens and pencils, which I never owned, that I had used during my hobby phase of drawing, which I never had.  The closest I achieved to it was using trace paper to draw video game pictures copied out of Nintendo Power.  During middle school, I copied images of Batman and his Rogues Gallery, made the slightest modifications with no thought to texture or shadowing, and sent them to DC Comics as a proposed comic book idea titled 'Sugarbuzz Sam.'  He had two sidekicks, Milkdud Kid and Gumdrop Girl.  His nemesis was Hyper Lord, a name I was never too pleased with.

I still have copies of some of those pictures.  The other items in the house, not so much.  It was relief, in this dream, in this house, to finally know what happened to my belongings that were long since lost, because otherwise it just doesn't make sense.  Where did it all go?  How did so much stuff just disappear?  I have a vague memory of attempting to convince myself that I was too old to hang on to my G.I. Joes, and I remember cutting down my Nintendo Power and LEGO collection to the essentials before I made the move to Minneapolis.  But alas, that is it.

I woke up confused.

According to ebay, I can purchase the Cobra Rage for around $20, though that is without the box and most likely some of its parts.  No matter.  I became nostalgic for G.I. Joe a few years earlier and purchased the Ultimate Guide to G.I. Joe, complete with pictures so I can revisit what once was mine without having to sacrifice the money and space to retrieve these glorious items (most of which are broken by now, due to the tiny rubber band keeping the figurines together aging quickly and without grace).

I have done similar things for other items . . . just recently, for my birthday, I had a sudden urge to re-purchase all of my old Mighty Max and LEGO sets.  I instead found pictures online and saved them on my computer for revisiting, cost-free.  It is a weird sort of compromise.


The dream is haunting.