[ WP ] You have the ability to talk to your future self in your dreams , and you use it to try and benefit yourself in the present . Only problem is that your future self is a huge asshole .

His eyes shot open and he sat up with a jolt. He had no idea why, it was just some sort of... Instinct. He glanced around, confused. He had no idea where he was... It was his room for sure, but at the same time, it was n't. It was n't the bare white walls lacking decoration with the mess of gaming consoles, controllers and miscellaneous wires as usual, his eyes were met with a much softer sight. Surprisingly familiar, even... He could hear the rustling of the trees outside as the temperate wind lazily brushed through the leaves of the tree just outside, golden shafts of light shimmering into the room through the open blinds, wonderfully illuminating the flowered wallpaper adorning each of the walls. His childhood home... He knew it had to be... After all, this wallpaper was n't any normal wallpaper, his mother made it herself! He had vague, yet fond memories of watching her cheerily paint each individual flower when he was just a few years old. A far better time that was, before all of the non-fatal, yet crippling diseases that life apparently thought his parents deserved, and all the financial troubles that came from said diseases... He slowly stood up, glancing down at the plush carpet beneath his feet, and even wriggling his toes slightly just for the sake of getting a better feel for the softness of it. After taking a quick glance around to better appreciate the beauty of the room, he made his way over to the window, pulling up the blinds and looking outside. He had to raise a hand to block the sun, it was clearly very early in the morning, likely under an hour after dawn, and the sun was casting a gorgeous golding glow over the wonderfully familiar suburban neighborhood that stood just outside. Part of him wanted to wake himself up to make sure this was actually a dream, part of him wanted to try and manipulate this dream, and part of him even tried to tell himself that there was something wrong here, that no dream should be this vivid. But... He could n't bring himself to heed his own words. It was... Beautiful here, beyond belief... He felt a sense of inner peace and a gentle happiness like nothing he'd ever felt before, and before he knew it, he had a pair of pajama pants thrown on over his boxers and a soft shirt several times too large for himself; Just how he likes his pajama shirts. He opened his door, which swung open quietly and with ease. A nice change from how the doors tended to squeak and some of the knobs tended to get stuck in their current house, though for a moment, he sincerely wondered if the dream went silent, he was so used to it. He was immediately reassured that was not the case as he stepped out into the hallway and heard the soft thudding of his feet making contact with the carpet below, warmed to a comfortable temperature by the venting running through the floors, and the quieted yet still distinctive music of a Harry Potter movie coming from the room at the bottom of the stairs, and if he were a betting man ( and had anyone to bet with ), he would've placed a sizable bet that it was the moment Harry first entered Diagon Alley with Hagrid in the first movie. He glanced left down the hall, spotting the closet, upstairs bathroom, the other bedrooms, and the upstairs living room-or the playroom as they used to call it, when it was the designated gaming room for him and his two elder siblings. He turned to the right and made his way down the soft carpet stairs, and into the living room, only to see a sight that shocked him beyond belief, though not one he would dare call unpleasant. He saw a more mature version of himself sitting on the couch on the far wall, an absolutely serene look on his face as he rested there and watched the movie playing on the TV that was set up parallel to the stairs, an arm wrapped around a petite, adorable woman with curled, golden blonde hair, and an infant lovingly cradled in her arms. She was resting against him, clearly asleep, with an equally serene expression on her face. The second of himself, the one on the couch with the woman and child, gave a broad grin as he saw his younger version peering at the sight from halfway down the stairs. `` Hey there kiddo.'' He said in a hushed tone. 
 
 `` Jesus fucking christ, you have n't changed one bit, have you...?'' The younger said with a clear tone of astonishment. 
 
 The older gave a soft chuckle, saying `` Nope, just the same old jackass I always was.'' 
 
 `` Except with what I *assume* to be a wife and child...'' 
 
 `` *Nooo*, I'm borrowing *Bill's* wife and child!'' The older says in a blatantly sarcastic tone. 
 
 `` Okay *smartass*, then how'd you even score such a lovely little thing like that in the first place?'' Despite the vitriolic exchanges, the two men only seemed more comfortable than ever. After all, this was n't anything out of the ordinary for either of them; This was just how they played around, and both of them knew that. 
 
 `` Come here first and I *might* think about the *possibility* of telling you.'' The older suggests, making a vague gesture to the free space next to him on the couch. 
 
 `` Aight.'' The teen mutters, going to head the rest of the way down the stairs and sit next to his more matured self. `` Well, I'm here. Now what?'' 
 
 `` Now you stew in your jealousy for a couple weeks, move on, and live your life.'S how *I* got here!'' the older said with a smug smirk, causing the younger to furrow his brow. 
 
 `` Mind elaborating?'' He asks, slightly displeased with the answer he got, though still overall quite content with his situation. 
 
 `` I was once in the same exact position you're in right now, taking to an older me and desperate to be in his position. And then I got there.'' The older says, sounding quite contented. 
 
 `` Okay, but *how*?'' The younger asks, sounding slightly annoyed. 
 
 `` How what?'' The older asks, feigning obliviousness 
 
 `` How did you *get* here, you fucking asshole?'' The younger asked, only slightly annoyed, but not bothering with his vocal filter when only with himself. 
 
 `` Oh, right, yeah! That! It was pretty easy actually. The first thing I did was pull that giant stick out of my ass and live life.'' The older says, staring at the younger with way too wide of a smile, clearly quite smugly satisfied with his response. 
 
 `` You're going to actively refuse to help me out on this one, are n't you?'' The younger says, annoyance clear in his tone. 
 
 `` Hey dude, *neither* of us here like spoilers for a game we're super excited to play, yeah? I just do n't wan na spoil the game of life for you!'' The older's shit-eating grin only seems to widen as he says this, and the younger's brow furrows further, eyes narrowing slightly. 
 
 `` Oh. Gee. Yeah. Thanks. How thoughtful of you. I am... Super appreciative of this.'' The younger says in the most deadpan sarcastic tone he could muster. 
 
 `` Yup! No problem!'' The older feigns as if the younger meant his words, gently stroking the hair of the woman nestled up next to him. 
 
 ( Too long for one comment, splitting in two )
