I woke up in the middle of the night with memories that I had no right having. They were my memories no doubt about it, but they were of events that had yet to come. Somehow, someway memories of my future-self found its way to the present me. To be precise, the memories came in two sections. The first was the events of the next day. The second was someday 30 years into the future, and I must say the future is not looking good for humanity if these memories are to be trusted.

I reached to the side of my pillow where my phone was and checked the time. It read “3:44 AM.” I had another four and a half hours before I had to wake up for work. Without knowing whether these memories were real or not, I turned back around and went back to sleep. I was tired, I had made the mistake of staying up late reading some random web novel that I couldn’t even remember the main character’s name. The last thought I had before drifting into sleep was “Who knows, all of this could just be a dream.” Oh how wrong I was.

*BEEP *BEEP *BEEP *BEEP

I swipe my hands around until I found my phone and unceremoniously turn off the alarm. For the first ten minutes of each morning I was essentially on autopilot. I rolled out of bed and onto the floor. I moved my foot around until I found my slippers. With half of one eye open, I grabbed my towels and a fresh set of clothes. I stumbled towards my bathroom and turned on the shower. I got naked and sat on the toilet to take a massive shit and of course to catch a few more minutes of sleep. Some might found sleeping on the toilet to be weird. But to me, it was the last chance to lazy about before starting my day. Listening to the sound of the water running in the background, I fell into a light sleep.

Needless to say, I am not a morning person.

With a slight jolt I was awake again. Looking around the room and judging from how much fog there was, I must have quite the nice little nap. After giving myself a nice wipe, I walked into the shower. As the water ran down my head, I finally started waking up.

The memories, or rather my future memories slowly trickle in. They came in bits and pieces. It was hard for me to tell them apart from my present memories. After college, I had fallen into a routine. My entire day pretty much consisted of going to work, working, coming home and reading web novels. At first, I didn’t notice anything different. My memories of the day felt like any other day and my memories of the 30 years in the future felt like a fantasy that I had conducted to ease myself into sleep the night prior.

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It was the small details that had thrown me off. A conversation with my manager that had yet to happen, a completed work assignment that U haven’t looked at yet and most important of all, lottery numbers that have yet to be drawn. And with that I was finally fully awake. Don’t get me wrong, I have no clue if these memories were real or not yet. But the prospect that I could be a millionaire in just a few short days really got my juices following.

There was only one way for me to tell if this was real or just my overactive imagination again. To be honest, this has happened before, well not exactly this per se but similar situations. A side effect of reading too many web novels is you’ll start having delusional tendencies. I often Imagine myself as the main character of a fantasy novel, slaying demons and rescuing young ladies and the occasional childhood friend or girl next door. But this somehow felt different than the other times I have been through this. Usually my delusions would only last until I was out of autopilot. No matter how much I wanted to have a life of adventure, I would always be pulled back to reality by my real life responsibilities.

Now that I was clearly awake, the delusions would usually fade into the background and reality would set in, but these memories still felt as real as ever.

After getting out of the shower, just to make sure I double-check my phone for the date. February 8, 2025. I pulled up my calendar and saw my scheduled meeting with my manager at 2 PM. I check my to-do list and saw the assignment was still in my queue. And lastly, I check the lottery and the drawing was still tonight. At this point, I wasn’t really sure of anything besides that fact that today is the first day I am living this day.

Getting to work was a pain. As I got to the train station, the train was already speeding away. I waited almost ten minutes before the next train to come. If anyone have been on an NYC train during the morning rush, they would agree that it’s crowded and stinks. Today was especially bad. Three homeless guys had taken up residence in the train cart that I was in, causing the popularity of the riders to squish into one side of the cart. The three homeless guys would have definitely been something I would remember, but conveniently missing from my “future” memories. So far, I didn’t hold too much hope for becoming a millionaire.