As I awoke the screen in front of me displayed the year, location, and time. I collected my thoughts. No way! Thank God it worked. A vibrant spectrum of lights had radiated after I pressed the “ launch ” button. I redirected my attention to the screen, realizing that I’m 25 years into the future. Inhale…exhale. I whispered a brief prayer to myself and exited my time machine. Upon seeing my home my eyes were delighted. I saw a warmly lit extensive tuscan style estate, it boasted a courtyard garden decked with pristine luxury vehicles. Mesmerized, I stood frozen in awe. “Hello, can we help you?”, a familiar voice said. I turned around and I saw an older well-groomed black couple, it was my parents. “Hey does a Carel Stephen Bak-,“I said before I was cut off. “Rel?” my father exclaimed. “I’m him, an earlier model,” I replied. My mom’s tight hug choked me while my dad wore a puzzled look. “Y’all made it! Who’s this?” a sweet voice called from the door. An elegant woman greeted us smiling, she was gorgeous. Is that my wife? I hope so. “Does he remind you of anyone?” my mom asked her.” The lady analyzed my face for a moment, her face widened with shock. “No that can’t be. He looks exactly like Carel when we first met,” she said. She signaled for us to come in. The home’s aroma was divine. It smelled of vanilla and cinnamon, but as we got closer to the kitchen the smell of jerk chicken danced in my nostrils. “Carel everyone’s here, and someone unexpected,” the lady called towards the kitchen. “What’s up family, dinner is almost ready. I’ll bring it to the dining room shortly. Aye, Carel come in the kitchen though.” a welcoming voice said. What the heck! How’d he know? My parents and the gorgeous lady exchanged amazed looks but walked onward to the dining room. In disbelief, I entered the kitchen. A sleek black man plated dinner as I walked in. “Just in time!” He chuckled and dapped me up. “Quick question, is that lady…?”, my voice trailed off. “What you think?” he said then he smirked and laughed. My dreams became reality like I said they would! I did it! “No you didn’t Carel, I did.” his voice turned grim. “What you mean? Your Carel, I’m Carel. We’re the same.” I responded. He stopped plating, stared intensely and spoke, “Listen, Carel. Me and you aren't the same Carel. I actually lived up to our dreams, and exceeded the expectations people had for us, fulfilling God's plan for our life. You, you just talk about it. God showed me this conversation seven times since this week, and I’ll leave you with this warning. Do what you say and you’ll achieve all God has for you.” I woke up drenched in sweat, reminded by fear to ensure that procrastination won’t prevent my dreams from becoming reality and materialize my life into a living nightmare.