A man woke up one day and found he had become a millionaire. No questions alright. Just go with the fuckin story.
So: yeah: he woke up and in his bank, in manifest, a million dollars.
Here’s why this is a big deal. Here’s why I am telling you this story.
Just the previous night, he had had the dream: that he’d become a millionaire.
And now it happened, he didn’t know what to do.
He was so excited, so paralyzed, so awake.
So helpless. Pinched all over.
And then he had an idea.
Literally this literally is literally a literally million literally dollar literally idea.
Are you listening?
It’s a lot of money, so just making sure.
So this was his idea.
What if he had the same dream again and woke up with another million dollars?
And so he went back to sleep.
He’s still sleeping.
Follow your dreams.
I no longer tell people you are my internet crush.
I changed the narrative to favourite writer.
I am guessing that’s a downgrade.
That’s modernization of hope