In my dreams I give my younger self advice. When I’m gone, he goes “Wow. Who the hell was that?” and goes on to do all the same stupid things I warned him about.
Then I go visit my future self and tell him about all this, and he goes “You came all the way here to tell me something I already know?” And he laughs at me and walks away.
But then he stops and sighs a great big sigh, and turns around and comes back. He puts a hand on my shoulder and starts talking. His tone is different now, softer, though I can’t quite understand what he’s saying. He looks like he feels genuine concern for me. He’s…his features start to blur. Nothing he says makes any sense.
And when he’s gone I shake my head and laugh and say “Wow. Who the hell was that?”