Waking Up in the Future

Assignment: If tomorrow morning you woke up and it was 20 years into the future, what would it be like?

Yesterday I experienced something I never deemed possible: I flew. Not just the walk onto an airplane and sit down and fasten your seatbelt and listen to the riveting safety instructions type of flying. The flap your arms until they are sore from soaring against the wind, with the wind, and beyond the wind and probably wake up the next morning with the back muscles screaming at you for doing such an unnatural act type of flying.  Albeit this type of flying was accomplished via the crazy technology of a Wii, but it was flying nonetheless, so when I woke up this morning with no soreness in my back, but a full-out everything in my body feels like it hasn't exercised in 100 years, my first thought is to never go Wii flying again.  Exercise isn't worth this massive stiffness my body is fighting to escape, but then I look outside and my eyes and brain have a very real moment of disconnect before my brain comes to the most logical and true explanation: I've always wanted to have a dream within a dream!  The cause of my optical and occipital disconnect: cars have started Wii flying (minus the whole flapping their wings).

I started to look for the Delorian (you know, the one that runs on garbage and has a flux capacitor) and kids playing with Hover Boards.  Seeing none, I decide to venture forth into this oddly familiar landscape, capitalizing on the freedom of a dream within a dream.

As I step onto the sidewalk, I am immediately hit by a girl zooming down the road. Does she have an invisible hovercraft?

"Watch it lady! I have the right away--I just took flyers ed, I shoudl know."

"Flyers ed?" Back where I come from we called it drivers ed. "

"Oh, driving is so 2010."

"2010? What is that supposed to mean?" My 2010 mind didn't comprehend this dream slang.

"Well, you see driving is the Cell Phone Age."

My blank face communicated a lack of communication.

"You know--something that is so obsolete and lame that no one does it anymore."

"Cell phones are obsolete?"

"Way obsolete."

"But aren't they the wave of the future?"

"What future are you from?"

"2010," I replied boldly.

"Oh, that explains why you don't have the eye." The girl's tone of voice is an odd concoction of innocence and foreboding.

"The eye?"

"The omniscient eye."

The hair on my arm started to stand on end and I began to get this sinking feeling about my dream, which I think is starting to be not such a dream.