I had a dream. 

This dream was in the future after I graduated.

I was in the Bahamas for the weekend with my husband. 

What was his name? 

That's right. 

The dream was a realistic dream.

I could feel, touch, see, smell, and taste everything.

But then there was a sloth.

The sloth said “Hello” and waved to me as it passed.

I chased it and asked, “What year is it Mr. Sloth?”.

He said, “It’s 2025, my dear.” Then walked away towards the summer sunset. 

I turned away from the sloth and walked for what seemed like an eternity.

I walked through dunes and forests.

Prairies and cities.

I walked during the morning, afternoon, evening, and night.

When I got to my destination, there was a mirror.

I saw not what I saw just yesterday, but 80 years from now.

Me, at the age of 99.

She looked at me and I looked at her.

Her eyes saddened and then she spoke.

“Don’t waste your time as I did.”

She blew away with the wind till there was nothing but I standing.

I felt a tug on my dress. 

It was me again, but this time she was 3.

“We are going on an adventure today!” She squealed.

“Are we now?” I giggled.

I looked at her again to see she was me now.

“Don’t you miss those days?” She said,

I blinked for a second and saw we had switched. 

I was her and she was me.

I, at the age of 30, said, “Don’t waste your time.”

She then walked away in the opposite direction from where I was heading.

This time I wasn't walking, the floor was moving.

It was heading to light too bright for me to see past it.

Then I woke up.

I looked outside to see the sun rising and the birds flying.

I jumped up to look in the mirror to see me and only me.

“What a weird dream I had.” I sigh.

A weird Dream it was.