[ WP ] Every night in your sleep you meet a successful-looking future you who tells you what you should do the next day . So far your life has gone well indeed , but one day you fall asleep during the daytime . You meet a tired , disheveled version of yourself who begs you not to listen to the other .

I am reading this journal one last time before I burn it, for some things are better left in the past. 
 
 * **May 15th, 2011, 7:30am. ** 
 
 Last night was very strange. I sat up in bed, but my room was not my room. I struggled to get to sleep for two reasons: first, because the Law School Admissions Test was the next day, and second, because the air conditioner had broken down and I was lying in a pool of my own sweat. I tossed and turned, trying to get comfortable, and just as I started to slip into the familiar lull of my subconscious, I felt a hand touch my chest directly over my heart three times. I panicked and bolted upright, but my room was unfamiliar. The walls were gray, sterile, and somehow shifting. He walked in the door. It was my father, but I know He was not my father. He sat next to me and puts His hand on my knee. I had a fleeting thought of resistance; of running, or fighting, but I sat motionless. 
 
 “ Tomorrow is a very big day for you. A very big day indeed. And we need to make sure you are prepared for it. ” My heart pounded in my chest. “ Who is this? ” I thought to myself. 
 
 “ I am you, ” He responded, before I could form the words. “ Well, I am you in the future. And let me tell you, your – our – future is amazing. I can ’ t tell you what is in store, but I need you to remember what I tell you now. ” He then turned to me and then looked directly into my eyes: “ A, C, D, E, E, D, A, A, C, D, B, B, B, B, E, C, B, D… ” He went on for another fifteen minutes this way. He then told me a story about a boy and a dog, and how that boy killed another dog to save his own. 
 
 I recognized the sound of my alarm clock. It was time to wake up. As I returned to consciousness, I realized that I was back in my room. I think I ’ ve been putting myself under too much stress recently. I ’ ll make a pot of coffee and hope that helps. 
 
 * **May 15th, 2011, 6:30pm. ** 
 
 I don ’ t know what to write, and I ’ m a little bit scared. I need to start at the beginning of the day for this to make sense. 
 
 After I wrote this morning ’ s entry, I got ready and drove down to the local university where they were hosting the LSAT. I filled the parking meter to the maximum it would let me, but it was still two hours short of how long the test would be. Then I realized it was Saturday, and I didn ’ t have to pay the meter anyway. Oops. I hoped I would be more on point for the rest of the examination. 
 
 During the examination instructions, the power went out. The emergency generators kicked on, but the air conditioning doesn ’ t run when that happens. Everyone groaned, but nobody left. We followed the instructions and started the examination. 
 
 I opened my book. Section one was the vocabulary section of the exam – one of my strong points. I cruised through the first hour-long session, filling each of the bubbles in turn. I ran into a few questions that I didn ’ t know the answer to, so I left those blank to come back to later. I reached the end of the section and reviewed: I had answered 38 questions and left 12 blank. 
 
 Suddenly, something stirred in me. I started taking note of each of the answers. A. C. D. Blank. Blank. D. A. Blank. A. A. C. D. I heard His voice in my head, repeating the numbers as clearly as day. “ What the hell is going on? ” I thought to myself. I started to panic. Every single question that I had answered were in the same order and had the same answers as He told me last night! My mind was a blur; I was sweating like crazy. Suddenly, the examination proctor told us, “ five minutes remaining in this section. ” I snapped back to reality – I had completely forgotten to answer the questions! Without thinking, I filled in the remaining bubbles with the letters that had been spoken to me the night before. 
 
 I did the same thing with each of the remaining sections. When I finally got to the essay question, my jaw dropped. It was an ethics question; a question about the very boy and his dog that I had been told the night before. Instinctively I wrote the answer down verbatim. I don ’ t know why I did it. I don ’ t think I ’ m going to sleep well tonight. 
 
 * **June 1st, 2011. ** 
 
 He has visited me every night since the examination. He tells me things. Things to do, things to say, and what to expect with each passing day. He asks nothing in return; just for me to listen. He told me to go to a certain gas station near my house and pulled out a red and green square of cardboard: a scratch off ticket. He told me to go at 4:15pm. I did, I bought the ticket, and won $ 600. He told me not to spend the money, but to instead invest it in a few certain stocks. I ’ ll have to figure out how to do that tomorrow. 
 
 * **June 12th, 2011. ** 
 
 Today is the happiest day of my life! I got my LSAT results back, and I made a perfect score. 180! I suppose something deep inside me was expecting this; either way, I ’ m ecstatic. My mom and dad are so proud that they ’ ve called all their friends and the neighbors. I didn ’ t even have a chance to tell anyone because they went to Facebook and posted it on my wall before I had the chance to. I ’ ll let them have their moment! I ’ m just happy to have done so well! I haven ’ t heard back from Him since the first of the month. 
 
 * **February 10th, 2012. ** 
 
 I found out yesterday that I was accepted to Harvard Law on a full scholarship. Last night, I felt three touches on my chest, and he visited me again. I sat up in the now-familiar gray room. 
 
 “ Where have you been? ” I asked. 
 
 “ You didn ’ t need me, so I stayed back. But you need me now. This is important. ” He said a bunch of words that sounded like someone talking on the phone; like it was one half of a conversation. I don ’ t understand what it means, but I can remember all of it perfectly. 
 
 * **February 14th, 2012. ** 
 
 Now I know what ’ s going on! My mom and dad threw a big surprise party for me and invited all my friends. Anna, the girl that I ’ ve been crushing on since Junior year of University, was there. As the party was winding down, I went into the den and saw her long blond hair draped over the back of the sofa. She was sitting there by herself looking at her phone. I sat down, and started repeating the half-phone conversation that He told me, verbatim. She responded naturally, and I just kept saying what he said, the same way he said it. She laughed, a lot. Incredible! I had to sneak out to write this while it was fresh on my mind tonight. 
 
 She is still asleep in my room. 
 
 * **February 15th, 2012. ** 
 
 I woke up this morning next to Anna. I took a deep, long breath of her glorious hair, and rolled over to grab my phone. The stocks I bought back in June had gone up in value substantially. The $ 600 I had invested was now worth more than $ 6,000! 

