My head snapped upright from dozing at my desk. I was sitting in front of my computer in the dining area of the apartment. It was December. Everybody was still in a tizzy from the recent election and had been internetting furiously about it.
I started to turn my chair around to face Marko's desk and say "Dude, I have had the freakiest, most detailed dream about the next sixteen years. You will not believe..."
And then I woke up in my bed here this morning.
That was just some freaky Inception-type stuff right there. I was disoriented for the first fifteen or twenty minutes out of bed, that dream felt so real.