[ WP ] Every ten years you 're allowed to have a conversation with your ten-year-younger self , but only the senior remembers the conversation . 20 year old you wakes up from talking to 30 year old you with one word carved on their arm ...

That dude gave me the chills... 
 
 How had he entered my bedroom? How come he looked like the spitting image of this story's narrator? Upon stepping into my world, he greeted me with the words: `` Green. Your favorite color is'green'. It was the signal I had arranged with myself when I was a child and contemplated the problem of how I could possibly identify if I were to meet a time-travelling version of myself. 
 
 He presented me his right forearm, it was bruised and hairless. The skin looked so pale, as though he had n't been exposed to sunlight for a long time. The word engraved in it read:'Biscuit'. 
 
 His pupils were wide as fuck, that's the only thing I remember from the dream I had in this particular night. Every other detail disappears into a hazy mishmash but it felt so REAL that time!! I never told anyone, especially not my wife.
