Somewhere, in the future. I would be awarded a prize. I would be unshaven, and unkempt. My name would be called out. And I would be wearing a pair of jeans, and no shirt.
After being called, I would walk away.
Writing this down would be difficult, because for me, it happened in the past. And somehow, I have time travelled to the future. Somehow, I have travelled through time to the future.