[ 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 .

Life gets better and better. I never thought I`d hate it. Everyday, I have dreams like flowing streams -- it tells me what`s at the end of it. But, you`d be surprised were it ends ( or maybe not ). 
 
 I wake up very early, usually by 3:30 AM. No rooster ever caught me with my eyes close, mind you. I`d like to say I`m a hard worker, but most of the time I`d say I`m lazy. That`s why everyday`s got to be planned -- every detail of it. Morning bath. Check. Hopelessly white-ish teeth. Check. Smell. Check. Morning schedule. Maybe later. Afternoon Schedule. You get the picture. I think I`m fired up. Then, the day begins. I`d kill the guy who ever said when you fail to plan, you`re planning to fail. But, something tells me his already dead. 
 
 Nothing really goes as planned, you know; but sometimes good enough is good enough. I get my three meals a day that`s good enough, isn`t? I`d get to work by 6:30 AM. Early birds get no worms, quote me on that. Its the boss who pays for your feathers. I still come early coz work doesn`t get any less coming late. Did I say I work in finance? We work like tomorrow is yesterday. It`s probably easier to say it goes on and on. 
 
 “ Jeff, here you go. ” A happy pile of paper sieged my desk. I watched its sides effortlessly fell my mug. I hate it when it spills out the pencils. 
 
 “ What`s this, Dick, ” I watched his eyes. They looked like they`re going to eat me. 
 
 “ Fredrick. That`s doesn`t even sound close. ” 
 
 “ It rhymes. ” I tried to hide my smile. “ Besides, that`s what everybody calls you. They`d hate me to call you anything less. ” 
 
 “ Its Fred, alright, ” he shouts covering as much of the office ground as possible. Everybody heard it. No one listened. 
 
 “ Anyway, I need this done by Wednesday, the boss is gone kill me if these doesn`t get on his desk on time. ” He points his fingers at me. 
 
 “ Let him. I`ve got my plans. Last weeks papers hasn`t been processed yet. Are you kidding me. ” 
 
 “ And I say forget it. Wednesday, Jeff. ” Just like that he left my office. I forgot to tell him his zipper was open or did I? 
 
 Kill Dick inside my head. Check. 
 
 No surprise there. I don`t think I needed my dreams to tell me that`ll happen. Lately, I`ve been having premonitions. I don`t think it`s fair to call it like that, though. Everynight, as I sleep, I`d wake in my dreams. I`d be floating or flying, I don`t really know, within a gentle flowing stream and beams of spectral light running pass me. Then, I hear something like murmurs. I can make the words, “ the river ends where the sea begins. ” I think that`s what I hear. Then, I`d see some of the lights zig zag beside me. I can make a shape -- its very familiar. I still think I`m better looking, but other than that, I guess I got nothing. 
 
 “ Hello, Jeff. ” The chill of that sound never left, even when I thought I`ve gotten used to it. Quite haunting to hear you own voice coming from someone else -- maybe not someone else. He looks exactly like me. He`s older; but, hey, he`s wearing a shiny suit -- its fits well too -- just like every turd bags who leaves all their turd on my desk. He, then, points ahead of us. 
 
 I see visions of scenes about to happen. There, I think I just saw Rica drop her pen and I reached for it. Nice one hotshot. The pile of Dick`s turd ( ehem, papers ) is looking good. The boss congratulates me, Dick doesn`t look too happy. Great time with my buds, Rica`s there too. I think I kissed her. I look good for a Wall Street zombie. 
 
 “ Remeber where the river ends, Jeff. ” 
 
 “ I got it, Jeff. ” 
 
 “ You`ll have all that you desire and more. See it through, won`t you? ” 
 
 Then, I woke up. And so, here I am in my office looking at the pile of papers on my desk. I think my name`s Dick in the future. 
 
 I thought it strange then that just before I could lift my firgers to a sheet, I felt a sudden attack of haziness and my lids covered the balls of my eyes. I fell asleep. 
 
 “ Jeff, wake up. ” He wasn`t suppose to bother me at work. I`m wasting time sleeping. 
 
 “ What`s wrong with you. It`s the middle of the day. ” Then I stared right at him. I probably took longer than I should but something`s wrong. He looked centuries old. I think I never saw teeth so gapped, atleast it`s more than white-ish. His head like the empty desert sands leaving little strands of hairs jotting out. His violet suit covered in unwavering dusts. He looks like death but way older. I saw him with one hand carrying the burden of his head, sitting or floating, I don`t really know, dead tired. 
 
 “ Jeff, ” I called. He looked at me with bony cheeks, eyes hollowed with emptiness. 
 
 “ Remeber, where the river ends. ” 
 
 “ Everybody knows were the river end. What wrong with you? ” He points towards my heart and I felt a deep ache within. I wanted to claw it out. “ Where it ends? The ocean? ” 
 
 “ With me, Jeff. ” 
 
 Then, I woke up. 
 
 I stopped dreaming my dreams ever since. I don`t really know what to think of it all. Heck, I don`t know if it made me any better than I was before. Guess, I`ll keep being me. 
 
 Look, Rica dropped her pen again. I think she`s doing it on purpose. I reached for it. Nice one hotshot. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

