[ 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 .

It has always been the question on our minds, and the way he pauses mid-sentence gives me the leverage I need to go all the bluffing way. 
 
 So he *doesn't* know, I realise, 
 
 `` You would n't'', he says, 
 
 `` Expect to wake up tomorrow and look your patients in the eye with'I eat dog balls' tattooed over your face, that's IF there's still a job for you tomorrow'', 
 
 He gulps. 
 
 Yep, he would n't like that, the fancy pants medical messiah no longer worshiped by his legion of druggie pedestal sniffers. 
 
 Besides, who knew how this dream thing worked, maybe our timelines were n't connected, but he was actually *listening* and I've been banking on the idea that they are for a long time now. 
 
 `` What do you want? ``, 
 
 `` You know what I want, we both know I'm innocent, so why am I rotting in this prison cell while your throwing parties at Swarovski's'' 
 
 `` You think I enjoy talking to you?'' 
 
 `` Likewise'', 
 
 `` But that was years ago, why do you keep bringing me back to this nightmare'', 
 
 This is the most emotional I've seen him, I must admit, 
 
 He continues, `` please just serve your time in peace, leave me alone'', he shakes his head, 
 `` you're... you're....you're just a figment of my imagination'' 
 
 I throw my hands up, `` urgh, I getting sick of this, are you talking to that shrink again? ``, 
 
 `` Her ***name*** is Am-an-da'' 
 
 `` Well tell Am-an-da you like eating dogs balls for breakfast'' 
 
 I start to end the dream. 
 
 `` Wait! ``, 
 
 The look on his - *my* older face is priceless, 
 
 `` Listen. You think that you're innocent, but you're not-'' 
 
 `` I a-'' 
 
 `` Listen! This is not the first time this has happened, a few years ago I would dream and meet a terrifying person, an old man, I thought these nightmares were just performance anxieties, until after repeatedly meeting you. We're not encountering each other much nowadays days are we?'' 
 
 My hands are shaking for some reason, ``... no... because you do n't listen to me'' 
 
 `` Wrong. These are n't just your dreams these are mine'', he looks up, `` not sleeping can have strange effects on a person...'', 
 
 He goes silent. 
 
 `` Um... oka-'' 
 
 He's gaze drops to me, I hear lightning, `` it's the serum I made to block you - no - all dreams out for good'', 
 
 It's slowly starting to dawn on me what kind of time in the slammer lies ahead, especially if drug induced dream blocking sounds like a viable solution to future me, 
 
 ``........listen.....'', I say slowly, ``...... we've been framed....'', 
 
 ``...... sometimes accidents happen when I take the serum, I'm not quite myself'', a sort of high pitched giggle slips out of him and I suddenly want the dream to end, 
 
 Catching my face he quickly composes himself, straightens his tie and coughs into his hand, `` you see it's imperative that you leave me alone, perhaps you-'' 
 
 `` We-'' 
 
 `` -have been framed, as you-'' 
 
 `` -we-'' 
 
 `` -say-'' 
 
 `` -know-'' 
 
 My older self has a smashing smile, `` -it could be a dissatisfied patient of mine'', he says, `` someone like us-'' 
 
 `` ARE YOU-the ever living fu- you think I'm being framed for something *you* did-'' 
 
 `` -if they can feed information into the pas-'' 
 
 `` Wha -- what the fuck did you do!? ``, I hold the heel of my hand to my head,'urgh!', is he, is he using the serum *now*?? 
 
 Everything starts to get blurry, 
 
 `` Do n't worry, just live out the time, the old man will tell you how to make it, to get rid of all the bad dreams for good, that's why it does n't matter-'', 
 
 Everything is shaking, nothing is staying still in my vision, 
 
 `` -what you say, it simply does n't matter, you'll no longer exist - so rot in there for all I care - do n't worry I'm not him either - that's why it's not my fault, I'm the best doctor in the world you see, I'm talking to Amanda so I wo n't need the serum- but just this once, just this once, just this'' 
 
... there is no justice... 
 
 As the dream world disintegrates I wonder faintly if I should spell balls with an S or a Z. 

