So I just woke up from probably the worst nightmare I've ever had.

In the dream I had gone into a coma, and woke up 40 years later. (somehow I had scales but that's not important) What I remember from it is finding out about flying cars, actually getting to fly a plane around the freeway, and my brother being older than me. (Also floofsicle wasn't there...)

But then, I went to check things, like Wattpad.

And then I realized that it had been 40 years. Nobody would still be on Wattpad. All my friends would have moved away.

And I woke up.

But now I'm imagining what those notifications would be like. How many people out there would have committed suicide? How many people would have actually tried to find me to see if I was okay? How many people would have cared? How many people would give up?

I don't want that to happen.

So if I do just disappear someday, I promise that I still love you all and that I care.

Maybe it's foreshadowing somewhat.

I have never been more scared waking up, man.