Dream Journal 6/7/17 | Millionaire

One morning, I woke up and discovered that I had somehow gained telekinetic powers. After a brief moment of freaking out, I decided that I was not going to tell Kyle, or anyone else for the matter, and instead immediately went to buy a PowerBall ticket.

That night, when they were picking numbers, I used my powers to make the balls with the numbers I had chosen land in the picker’s hand, and I won.

I had won 380 MILLION dollars.

I went home, and immediately began selling everything I owned, and waited for Kyle to get home. When he walked in the door, he started to panic, asking where all of our stuff was. I told him the news, and he fainted, in the most dramatic, hilarious fashion.

I never used my powers after that, for some reason.

Cut to a few weeks later. We were living in a large, beautiful house in our town, well within our price range, and Kyle had a brand new truck. We still had not told a soul that we won all this money. I had started meeting with a really nice woman at a nearby country club, and she gave me tips and tricks on how to invest my money and grow it. Within just those couple weeks, I had already grown our fortune by over 100 million dollars.

One night, Kyle, Liam, and I took a selfie together while sitting in our entertainment room, complete with movie theatre, and uploaded it to Facebook. His mom commented and asked where we were, and I casually responded that we were at home. She thought I was joking, and asked again. Again, I told her we were home. She then messaged me, confused, and I told her about the money that we had come into. She was shocked, and angry that we had hidden it from her for as long as we had, and I felt bad.

We had intended to tell everyone, but we were taking a minute to settle in, and get our life back on track after all of the major changes we underwent all at once. To make it up to her, Kyle and I bought her a new house, and threw a large, family party, where we told everyone the news.

The next day, someone leaked it to the paper, and we had people knocking on our doors, and calling our phones, all day long. So we bought new phones, and put up a large gate. Crowds of people would gather around our gate, taking pictures of our home, as if it were the White House or something.

The last thing I remember was Kyle leaving for work, and someone had keyed the word “CUNT” into the side of his truck, for some reason, so we were talking about hiring security, or possibly moving to another town where people did not know us.

And then I woke up.