Okay, so I’m in front of my door. But every single thing looks different here. What’s wrong? It’s like I’m not even in this century. Yeah, I’m not in this century. I see newspaper next to my foot. Oh my Gosh! It’s 1920! I can’t believe! How did I get here?! I’m opening the door of my house. Wow. It’s like… it’s not a house. It’s like an old bathroom or something. Oh, I have so many things on my mind right now. What is happening with my life?! Am I dreaming? No. I don’t know. Maybe I really am. But this looks so real. I’m slowly going into this weird ‘house’. I see a lot of dirty things. I think no one lives here. I think no one has been here for years. It’s REALLY dirty. I see a photo. It’s on a wall. I’m looking at the photo. I see a pretty woman. Hm, who is she? Does she live here? I don’t know. I here someone behind me. ‘Hey.’ OH GOD. WHO THE HELL IS BEHIND ME?! I’m slowly turning my head. It’s a boy. He’s cute. I think he have 10 years, at least. ‘Hey.’ I’m a little insecure. Isn’t this weird? It IS weird. Oh God, I don’t know what I’m doing here. ‘I’m your mama’s grandpa.’-the boy said. ‘WHAT? BUT YOU ARE ONLY ABOUT 10 YEARS OLD!’ I was screaming like a crazy. ‘Slow down girl. I’m here to tell you one thing. You are here for a reason. I wanted to tell you that you are here for a reason. Don’t waste your life. Do something with your life, you have everything you need.’ I’m standing here and looking at him. I mean, really? Do anyone randomly go almost 100 years in past and meet their mama’s grandpa?! I’m confused. What is he talking about?! ‘Hmm, okay. I want to go back to my life. Can you tell me how?’ He was looking at me for 10-15 seconds before he answered: ‘Everything’s in your hands. You’re making your life. I love you, honey. Take care of yourself.’ And he disappeared. Okay, what now? How can I get out of here? I’m waking up. It was just a dream. A really random dream. But, what if it was trying to tell me something? I don’t know. I’m happy I’m again in my century. Oh God, thank you.