Optimus Prime had come to a strange conclusion. He didn’t like having dreams.

Gone were the days of his youth, where he could have lovely dreams as he recharged or feeling refreshed from an evening’s rest.

Instead it was disorienting visions in his sleep from the perspectives of bots he did not know that he wanted to make stop.

Which was why he dug in the dirt now. Hoping to find the bot he’d dreamed of buried in ancient ruins.

“There you are.” He murmured when he found them.