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I dream of my future daily. Twinkling lights, clapping hands, dancing in dollar signs. Oh my, it's bright.

For as long as I've dreamed of my future, I never thought it would actually happen. But now it's rushing towards me at the speed of sound. Blurred lights, the sounds of cheering people, sporadic darkness of a fast night's sleep.

Any minute now, The Future will be ringing my doorbell, waiting for me to open that door with arms wide open, ready to embrace it and run away blindly. It's already telling me it's on his way, sending me notes of acceptance letters to prepare me for his arrival.

My big, bright future is running towards me.. But am I ready to open that door and face it?