I used to have dreams about the future. I mean that in a totally literal sense. As in: when I was younger, I would have dreams regarding the future. And when I say "future" I don't mean a Jetson-y flying cars and gigantic metal bugs future; I mean the mundane day-to-day future that you and I are currently occupying.

In these dreams I would be taller and my voice would be lower. I would drive a car. I would order food in restaurants. I'd read books. Dreams of the latter sort would always be infuriating; since the dreams took place from a first person perspective, four year old me would end up staring at blank hieroglyphs for what seemed like hours.

And during the dreams I would think. I am driving a big car. Why am I ordering soup? I don't like soup. Where are the pictures? You get the idea.

Then something happened. I got older. I stopped having the dreams when I was seven or so, about the age I'd need to be to more or less comprehend everything that was going on in those dreams. Years passed - seventeen years, to be exact. I sort of forgot about the dreams.

So seventeen years have passed. I am twenty four. I am taller and my voice is lower. I drive a car. I order food in restaurants. And I read books. And now I've started hearing voices. No mean sociopath sorts of voices, though. The voice is high pitched and in the back of my mind. It seems to arrive and leave without any sort of warning. It sounds muffled. Of course no one else can hear it.

It sounds like a child. And it says things like, I am driving a big car. Why am I ordering soup? I don't like soup. Where are the pictures?

You get the idea.