I have been writing in a journal on an almost-daily basis since I was 17 years old. This is a record of me going through each entry from the beginning, and commenting on the me from fifteen years ago.

Perhaps my dreams are coming to a collision. But I have been wrong before. I am dreaming of that hallway with many doors and of that dark and large room Strange feeling that I have seen before. Bizarre thoughts that I have known. Let the game play itself out then. The most interesting is yet to come.

When I was 16 or something, I had a dream where I was walking down a long, darkwood hallway filled with doors. At the end of the hallway, it opened up into a room where two girls dressed in sexy lingerie were waiting, and they said to me, “We’re ready, Jay. Let’s do this.”

I was so shocked by this, that I choked on my spit and went into a coughing fit, which caused me to crumple up by the couch. I thought I’d just ruined the moment, but the girls came over and comforted my as I got through it. Then we started making out, and had sex (I think, you know how hazy dreams are.)

For years, I was convinced that this was a premonition, and this event would in fact one day come true. I’m sorry to inform you that it never did…but if that changes, I’ll let you know.