Time Travel?
It’s been a while since I dreamed - and I mean that I remember it. Remembering my dreams usually means that I’ve slept quite well. Last night I slept well.
I was with a bunch of people I know (though now I can’t remember who exactly) and we walked up to this building with glass doors and went inside. Off to a right is a display of clothing and someone behind me says, “Cool!! Nineties clothes! Now we can fit in!”
It occurrs to me then that we’re time travlers. So we all walk up to the display and start looking at the clothing.
A powder blue coat catches my eye and I pull it out. When I do, I realize that it’s my coat. This realization makes me realize that if my coat is here, then my future self must be dead. The others around me notice this, too, and they’re all really sympathetic.
We step back and look at the dates above the display, because, apparently, this is a museum. It says something about clothing and then “1990-2004.” (This now later blows my mind because there’s no way you can fit 1990 and 2004 in the same category of clothing, but I digress.)
So I think about it and say, “So… this means I must have died in 2004.” (Obviously the clues point to that, right?) All my friends are quite sorry again and I say, “Wait a minute… but this, our time, it’s 2005. What the!? Oh no!!” Now I’m upset.
We all sit down and the rest is jumbled but I remember us all sitting there and talking for a while. I’m still holding the coat, and someone said something about cremation and brings out a shoebox of ashes and I’m all, “Hi, self, how you doin’? Yeah? Not too good on my end, either.” Some guy gives us a lecture on the “era” of 1990-2004. The museum isn’t at all uspet we’re handling the clothes, let alone taking them.
It was about then that my cell phone jarred me out of La La Land with “hellllo Moto!” I know, I’m pathetic, I use my cell phone for an alarm clock now.
So, anyway, apparently, I’ve cheated fate and I should be dead. You guys are lucky to have me around.
