This was possibly the weirdest thing that had ever happened to me.

I was lounging around my crummy apartment. The place was a wreck, I had been in and out of prison for three years. My cat had long since left, my possessions run-down. I grew hot, so I pulled my shirt off… and as soon as the neck passed my ears, I felt a pulling sensation in my shins. I looked around and saw only strange, abstract shapes.

The shapes combined into an image of my past. My high school graduation… what was going on? That was eight years ago!

I ran to my past self, and whispered hurriedly, “Hey kid. I know what you’re going to do. I’m telling you, don’t do it. You’ll ruin your life.”

“Whatever. I don’t even know you,” he responded.

But when he walked up to receive his diploma, he didn’t push the principal off the stage. I got cold, and started to put my shirt back on… when, with a woosh, I woke up in a hospital bed, with only a vague memory of tripping on someone else’s graduation gown and falling off the stage myself.