Oerravaexinh

I had been sent a few years into the past, into the body of my younger self, by unknown means. I was completely ecstatic that I'd know everything that was going to happen and determined to milk the situation to the very last drop. So I wasn't very subtle about my newfound advantage, and went around laughing, joking, and speculating a lot, feeling very free and confident.

Then I was with a bunch of people when I saw a black car, parked quite out of place, and instinctively recognised it as the car of a Japanese cosmetics tycoon. I basically thought making fun of him would be a great idea, but of course, it would have to be a proper battle of wits. A listing of rhymes and patterns of speech popped out in my head, some of them quite awful ('cake' with 'shake', what does that have to do with anything?) and then a whole poetic monologue which the people with me delivered to him. ('Dear sir, something something something.') He didn't say much back, I don't think I even saw him through the car windows.

A strange thought came into my head, 'I really like this dream'. Then, 'Oh, of course, it's a dream, not real.' It did confuse me for a bit, sort of disappointed it would end soon, but I thought about all that dream stuff you hear about and how you could do it now. The dream collapsed soon after though.

Things like this about time travel have been floating in my head a lot recently, and it's these sorts of stray thoughts that end up in my dreams a lot. I think the idea of a cosmetics tycoon is suggestion from a sketch I watched, and some of the listing rhetorical stuff in my head while talking to him probably came from a small passage in a newspaper about dancing, somehow.