[ 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 .

`` You will love her more than you've loved anyone else. She will be light of your life. Although you do n't know it yet. Sure she may be a bit on the heavy side, and sure she may sound like a beached whale. Not a convincing pitch is it? She's smart. Trust me she is smart. You've always wanted to be great, at what? Does n't matter, the only thing that matters to you is greatness itself. She will give you that.'' 
 
 That's what I told myself. Or what he told me. Can I really consider him to be me if we have different memories? Welling different, I just have less. We are what we do, and I have not done what he has. Which is precisely why I must listen to him. Greatness sounds... well great. I want my names in the history books. I'll marry that woman and make her make me great. 
 
 I lay on my couch day dreaming about the whale. I do n't anticipate the woman herself, but I'm sure she is a great person. I slowly drift away when I startle myself. 
 
 `` Do n't do it! I know what you're thinking, please, just please don't. `` 
 
 Well I mean, he startles me, it's a bit awkward to remember to differentiate myself from them. The me with plus experience. Me+ if you will. 
 
 I look at me+ and see that I am not at all like the other me. Long dirty beard with long dirty hair. Cracked hands with cracked nails, shoes that do n't match, and three winter coats on in may. I'm homeless, or atleast near enough that it makes no difference. 
 
 `` You look like shit, what happened?'' 
 
 Me+ takes no offence to my remark, almost as if he is told the same thing everyday. He takes a breath and starts his story. 
 
 `` She is great, truly amazing. If she had the looks she would be leading the world by now. Which is why I did. She was sauron and I her mouth. Using my good looks we made it to the top. People loved us, or hated us. It made no matter no one opposed us.'' 
 
 `` Do n't you find it weird that you're talking in the past tense, but these events actually happened in the future?'' 
 
 Me+ looks up in wonder and says `` woah, far out man.'' 
 
 We share a laugh and for a second I see my own, child like wonder in his eyes. It does n't last, suddenly the vast emptiness returns. 
 
 `` What would you do with all that power?'' 
 
 I ponder the question for a few seconds and say `` I do n't know.'' 
 
 He continues ands if he already knew the answer. He'll he probably did `` neither do I. I controlled the largest army history has ever seen, I have been called prime minister by more people than all of the world leaders in history. Yet I did nothing with that power. Sure I am called great, but I am only a great puppet. She sits at the high table, I stand on the pedestal. The history books will worship you.'' 
 
 I smile at the thought, but there's a catch. I always have a catch. 
 
 `` We were the first to legalise la ganja, gave us more power than we though. The booming economy and our vast amounts of fresh water put us on the world stage. Far surpassing what our little brother to the south has ever achieved. Soon we controlled it all through trade. The fact that it's getting warmer every year attracted more immigrants. Soon we we had the man power to take it all. And we did.'' 
 
 I have always thought I'd take over the world, although I always expected to start start on Africa, taking advantage advantage the poor economy and unstable governments. Never thought I'd start at home. 
 
 `` Power is fine and dandy, but what you want is money, what you want is freedom. You'll have money, but no freedom if you take the whale for your wife.'' 
 
 `` You look like a hobo though, what the hell happened?'' 
 
 `` We have always liked drugs have n't we? The books will say we were great, but they will also say that we fell from grace due to alcoholism and drug addiction. You see, I did n't have the fredom to go live in a cabin in the woods with a husky and little else. We, however, did have the fredom to take whatever substance we wanted. Not many people to stop you from doing so Inn the privacy of your own home. The whale is fat, she can handle it. Being native and skinny makes it a bit harder for us. Too hard.'' 
 
 Speaking of which, I light up a joint and we pass it to eachother for a bit. We sit in silence letting the smoke fill the air. When our eyes are red and puffy he turns to me and stabs me in the arm. Before Before I can react he's gone. I yell out what the fuck as tears steam down my face. I rush to the er for treatment. 
 
 I'm patched up and let go, through the days I wonder why me+ would do that. I'm I'm sure he had a decent reason, although he was a crazy hobo. I ca n't even know if any of what he said was true. I never will. 
 
 Days turn to weeks to months to years. I wait and wait, but I never meet a woman named Veronica. I never met the whale. I become obsessed over her, I found found a Facebook page that might be hers, but I have no way of knowing for sure. Knowing. Funny word there, it seems to be all I want. I want, nay, I need to know what could've been. 
 
 I spend my later years searching for a way to go back, they did and so will I. I need to go back and tell me what to do. I need to know the right path to take.
