đ 3:00 AM. House silent. Brain offline.
And suddenlyâ
BOOM.
The most ridiculous dream of my life loads like a glitchy update.
I open my dream-phoneâŚ
and see $BTC sitting at THREE. ACTUAL. DOLLARS.
My soul leaves my body.
My heartbeat turns into a drum solo.
Next thing I know, Dream-Me transforms into some kind of sleepwalking crypto warriorâ
bursting through imaginary doors yelling:
âSOMEONE LIQUIDATE EVERYTHING! WEâRE GOING ALL IN!â
Iâm flipping cushions, checking pockets, acting like a detective who lost the evidence.
Even in my dream Iâm arguing with my imaginary bank like:
âDeclined?! DECLINED?! THIS IS A HISTORIC OPPORTUNITY!â
Meanwhile in the real worldâŚ
my wife wakes up to the sound of me mumbling crypto chants like a confused wizard.
She checks her jewelry box just to be safeâŚ
and notices ONE piece isnât where she left it.
Her eyes narrow.
She looks at me like I just traded her entire wardrobe for a single satoshi.
Now Iâm trying to convince her:
âI swear I didnât steal anything⌠even my dream broke!â
And that, ladies and gentlemen,
is how I almost got interrogated over a crash that never even happened. đđ
