Last night I had the dogest dream...
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You’ve just woken up and the weather looks nice this morning in Greece and you decide to go. You grab your Doge Freedom Passport, swimmers and leave. As you fly over cities at 690mph in your Model Ɖ, advertisements are offered to you from people who couldn’t afford to leave the cities and now live in permanent quarantine. People selling organs, virginity, etc. One ad strikes you. A father selling his entire 33 year old body in exchange for a freedom passport for his daughter. Priced at 1Ɖ they are almost completely out of reach for the inhabitants of Zucker’s VR land where the Universal Basic Income to scroll feeds, test the daily vaccines and agree with all fact checked information is fixed at .1Ɖ per year. You wish there was something you could do.
How different your life would have been had you not bought those 10000 doge for under $10 before the great reset, you wonder. If it weren’t for being in the top .1% elite and having access to the Doge Health Foundation maybe you’d consider the organs, but that won’t be necessary for you for another 30 years as you feel in prime condition at only age 184.
Feeling a bit peckish and wanting to deviate from the regular travel snacks, you notice an outlier village pinging you offering non-synthetic meat. Strange. Even though you’ve been on this trip a thousand times before you’d never noticed this place on the map. You query the stop and it appears the inhabitants, like a lot in great bifurcation of the 20’s moved to gold and silver standard. You only carry Doge. You check the current price…. 4.2Ɖ/kg. Your model Ɖ slows down to parcel receive speed and as a courier drops out of low-earth-orbit to offload your 1kg bar. “Transaction: c69a7251dee995c83c519167af268335fc6d547c843431cee6aa24e6c626b009 is complete”. Who would have thought 100 years ago gold would be delivered by the Musk Mint like doordash by space drones. It’s a bit pricier than you’d like… worth it.
As you land in the village, many gather to greet. You return the greeting however it is met with an awkward silence. After a few moments you realise, of course, the inhabitants are not neurally connected and still communicate primarily with the biological mouth. You stutter out some words vaguely resembling old english “hello” and sit down at the table. It’s been a while. The real meat is absolutely delicious.
As you take your final bite you catch the stare of a local village girl watching and waiting. You feel something… something you haven’t felt in over 73 years ever since you lost your wife to the rebellion of 2069. She has a pure aura, lush untouched lips and rosy cheeks. You consider taking a snapshot so you can reproduce her for artificial later on, but she’s even too pure for that. Girls like this should never be on the grid.
In the background, children are running barefoot on grass chasing one another with a dog. Some men are chipping away something with some wood laughing with their actual faces. So primitive. It’s lovely. Who would have thought shit like this would be healthier than 16+ hours a day in front of light emitting diodes.
The meal costs only 1gram but you leave the whole kilo on the table as a gesture of gratitude. It’s not every day you have an experience like this and the whole thing has brought back that Doge feeling of generosity you felt as a kid. Perhaps after they have paid the 95% Gates No Poor PeopleTM tax they could get something nice. You make a departure, but as you leave the girl grabs your wrist and wraps a magical golden band around it.
“Come back for me when you’ve finished” she says.
“Finished what?” You ask.
“Setting them free”.
She hands you a thumb drive. Something you haven’t seen in person since you can't remember. You can’t access it now that all file storage today is stored on the ChipTM but your Model Ɖ will 3D print a reader while you swim.
“You arrived in Crete, sir”. You land.The water looks crystal clear and refreshing. You dip in your toes. How convincingly real it is. You wish she was here.
You take a moment to breath it all in. How lucky you are to live like this while nodogers live in a sim selling their body parts to pay for electricity. If only there were a way you could go back in time and wake people up and tell them to buy 1 doge so they could afford the freedom passport and not live a life locked in the quarantine zones getting paid only .1Ɖ per year and need to additionally sell their organs if they want to buy nice things for their VR apartments.
Neuralink informs you the drive reader is ready to your utter disbelief. 420,690,710 Doge Freedom Passports.
Your jaw drops. Exactly 1 freedom pass for every single person on earth.
Suddenly you are jolted. You open your eyes. It was just a dream. Your wife is laying beside you and your heart is racing. What a vision. As you roll over onto your side - your heart stops. The thumb drive is on the night stand beside you with your magical wrist band, and receipt.
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1 x Proof of Receipt
rarible.com/token/0x60f80121c31a0d46b5279700f9df786054aa5ee5:925145:0x2fdfc0a8060b927467411d2ddbe6c66fbe928bd1
1 x The Gift
rarible.com/token/0x60f80121c31a0d46b5279700f9df786054aa5ee5:925171:0x2fdfc0a8060b927467411d2ddbe6c66fbe928bd1
420,690,710 x Doge Freedom Passes
rarible.com/token/0xd07dc4262bcdbf85190c01c996b4c06a461d2430:535260:0x2fdfc0a8060b927467411d2ddbe6c66fbe928bd1
Drop a comment below. Follow me on twitter @hanzholdinworth and share this vision. Once you’ve done that, come back here and leave your Doge and Eth address. I’m going to giveaway a life-changing cash money gift of 420Ɖ and some will receive a free doge freedom pass.
Winner of the life-changing generational wealth gift dogecoin standard prize will be announced on May 21st.
How different your life would have been had you not bought those 10000 doge for under $10 before the great reset, you wonder. If it weren’t for being in the top .1% elite and having access to the Doge Health Foundation maybe you’d consider the organs, but that won’t be necessary for you for another 30 years as you feel in prime condition at only age 184.
Feeling a bit peckish and wanting to deviate from the regular travel snacks, you notice an outlier village pinging you offering non-synthetic meat. Strange. Even though you’ve been on this trip a thousand times before you’d never noticed this place on the map. You query the stop and it appears the inhabitants, like a lot in great bifurcation of the 20’s moved to gold and silver standard. You only carry Doge. You check the current price…. 4.2Ɖ/kg. Your model Ɖ slows down to parcel receive speed and as a courier drops out of low-earth-orbit to offload your 1kg bar. “Transaction: c69a7251dee995c83c519167af268335fc6d547c843431cee6aa24e6c626b009 is complete”. Who would have thought 100 years ago gold would be delivered by the Musk Mint like doordash by space drones. It’s a bit pricier than you’d like… worth it.
As you land in the village, many gather to greet. You return the greeting however it is met with an awkward silence. After a few moments you realise, of course, the inhabitants are not neurally connected and still communicate primarily with the biological mouth. You stutter out some words vaguely resembling old english “hello” and sit down at the table. It’s been a while. The real meat is absolutely delicious.
As you take your final bite you catch the stare of a local village girl watching and waiting. You feel something… something you haven’t felt in over 73 years ever since you lost your wife to the rebellion of 2069. She has a pure aura, lush untouched lips and rosy cheeks. You consider taking a snapshot so you can reproduce her for artificial later on, but she’s even too pure for that. Girls like this should never be on the grid.
In the background, children are running barefoot on grass chasing one another with a dog. Some men are chipping away something with some wood laughing with their actual faces. So primitive. It’s lovely. Who would have thought shit like this would be healthier than 16+ hours a day in front of light emitting diodes.
The meal costs only 1gram but you leave the whole kilo on the table as a gesture of gratitude. It’s not every day you have an experience like this and the whole thing has brought back that Doge feeling of generosity you felt as a kid. Perhaps after they have paid the 95% Gates No Poor PeopleTM tax they could get something nice. You make a departure, but as you leave the girl grabs your wrist and wraps a magical golden band around it.
“Come back for me when you’ve finished” she says.
“Finished what?” You ask.
“Setting them free”.
She hands you a thumb drive. Something you haven’t seen in person since you can't remember. You can’t access it now that all file storage today is stored on the ChipTM but your Model Ɖ will 3D print a reader while you swim.
“You arrived in Crete, sir”. You land.The water looks crystal clear and refreshing. You dip in your toes. How convincingly real it is. You wish she was here.
You take a moment to breath it all in. How lucky you are to live like this while nodogers live in a sim selling their body parts to pay for electricity. If only there were a way you could go back in time and wake people up and tell them to buy 1 doge so they could afford the freedom passport and not live a life locked in the quarantine zones getting paid only .1Ɖ per year and need to additionally sell their organs if they want to buy nice things for their VR apartments.
Neuralink informs you the drive reader is ready to your utter disbelief. 420,690,710 Doge Freedom Passports.
Your jaw drops. Exactly 1 freedom pass for every single person on earth.
Suddenly you are jolted. You open your eyes. It was just a dream. Your wife is laying beside you and your heart is racing. What a vision. As you roll over onto your side - your heart stops. The thumb drive is on the night stand beside you with your magical wrist band, and receipt.
——————————————————
1 x Proof of Receipt
rarible.com/token/0x60f80121c31a0d46b5279700f9df786054aa5ee5:925145:0x2fdfc0a8060b927467411d2ddbe6c66fbe928bd1
1 x The Gift
rarible.com/token/0x60f80121c31a0d46b5279700f9df786054aa5ee5:925171:0x2fdfc0a8060b927467411d2ddbe6c66fbe928bd1
420,690,710 x Doge Freedom Passes
rarible.com/token/0xd07dc4262bcdbf85190c01c996b4c06a461d2430:535260:0x2fdfc0a8060b927467411d2ddbe6c66fbe928bd1
Drop a comment below. Follow me on twitter @hanzholdinworth and share this vision. Once you’ve done that, come back here and leave your Doge and Eth address. I’m going to giveaway a life-changing cash money gift of 420Ɖ and some will receive a free doge freedom pass.
Winner of the life-changing generational wealth gift dogecoin standard prize will be announced on May 21st.
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Sitting at the breakfast table and your mind is racing. Should you tell her? You leave the table to go look in the closet again where you stashed the thumb drive and gift. Still there. “I am not insane”, you think. It was real.
You return to the kitchen and your wife is cooking up some eggs for you and kids. You know you should tell her. She’ll believe you, won’t she? You have a thumb drive, gold bracelet and receipt. Just show her the thumb drive. But what if she doesn’t? Are you kidding. She’s never gonna believe you were given ‘passports’ from the future that free people from the ‘quarantine zones’. Listen to yourself. You sound like a madman.
“Where are you?” she asks.
“Huh?”.
“Your eggs are getting cold. You’ve been staring into space for the past 5 minutes.” She knows something is up. She always knows.
Think. Come up with something quick you hope will be believable.
“The market has been really wild today, Doge up about 30% since I did my most recent analysis”. You try to sound happy about the gains but the truth is, you feel nothing. You begin eating your eggs hoping that’s the end of it and shift the focus. “What’s the plan today kids?”
“I’m a monster truck” says the oldest. So naive and innocent at just 3 years old. No idea of the events in the world unfolding. No concept or fear about the world that is coming or what he must prepare for. He climbs down off the breakfast chair and starts to run around the kitchen island.
“vroooom raah!! Look Dad I’m a monster truck!” it brings a warmth to the heart and you fight back a little tear. The beauty of it all. The transient nature of life and death, youth and age, beauty and chaos. One minute you’re running around full of wonder with hopes and dreams, full of possibilities. Suddenly you’re older, shoulders hunched forward holding the weight of the world on them, spending too much time looking at a screen absorbing too much pointless information. It’s these so brief moments in time you’re reminded what you must fight for. These moments where you forget about percentages and prices and what needs to be done or what you have to do. These moments where you just are. This is what it’s all about. It’s this you must protec. A door slams and heavy fast footsteps approach.
“What is THIS!?”. The whole room freezes. She is standing directly in front of you with her left hand on her hip, her leg crossed over the other. Her gaze is penetrating and she looks like she wants to kill. Normally you like when she is triggered because it makes her look sexy. Holding her right hand across her chest clasping her left bicep wearing still only her paper thin silk nightie, her milk filled breasts are pushed slightly up and plumped outward. She’s just breastfed our baby a bit of after spill has come out and soaked the silk around the nipple. You want to ask her if she’s wearing panties. Not this time. This is serious.
In her right hand is holding the gold bracelet and the thumb drive. Fuck. I know what it looks like to her and it doesn’t look good. “Who is she?”. She demands to know. You have to tell her the truth now. You have no choice.
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Hours pass. You’ve gone over it now 10, 20, 30 times. She doesn’t believe you. You tell her over and over again the story unchanged.“I’ve been given all these passports.. 420,690,710 to be exact that are going to give freedom to every holder in the world one day which doesn’t make sense because there’s like over 7 billion people now. The golden band was given to me by a girl in the village I was visiting on the way to Greece. I thought it was a dream and I know it sounds ridiculous but it’s real. I had a Model Ɖ that could fly and I bought gold from space, I then left a massive tip and this is like some thank you from them? I don’t know. It’s as real as this egg carton or this spoon. I’m not making this up.”
You hate this. You didn’t choose to be gifted this ‘gift’. Gift? More like a curse. You think wouldn’t it be cool to have some super trippy timeline modifying experience like this but it’s not a gift is it? Burden, more like. You wish you could give it away. You’d give it all away just to go back to that simple time when you first met and you couldn’t quite talk together. When she was naive and believed what you said. When everything was light and funny and you could make her laugh and smile, when she hadn’t seen all your dark sides and ‘red pills’ and failures and fuckups. And this. This will just be one more project and one more mission you’re gonna fail at.
The mood changes. You feel a calm come over you as you realise it’s futile. Nobody will believe you even if you put the passports on an immutable blockchain. Nobody will buy them. Gas prices are too damn high. You could set the price of them at .35c but the transaction fee is gonna be like $100 at the current gas price once it converts to weth. Even if people do believe you they can’t afford it. Only elites will be able to get them and scoop them up in the thousands or millions. And then it will be too late. The price of doge becomes unreachable, the price of a passport becomes unreachable and we’re back where we started where just a select few have doge freedom passports and people are selling their organs to get out of the zones just to get a taste of normal life.
She puts her hand on your shoulder and looks at you with a smile. Her head is shaking side to side. What has happened? Does she believe me? Does she finally believe what I’ve seen and what I have to do?
“You are so crazy” as she begins to chuckle with a bit of disbelief on her face. “I was expecting to find some weird pictures on that drive, but you made hundreds of millions of replicas of ‘doge passports’. Her small chuckle now avalanching into hysterical laughter. She stands across from the kitchen island but within that laughter you feel yourself shrinking to the size of an ant and the space between you growing infinitely.
“Baby I love this band, it’s perfect, but to be honest for me it looks like it’s a bit big and masculine.”
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It was then you realise what had been done. The worst possible outcome of all outcomes was unfolding before your eyes as you watch her place it unclasped on the top of her wrist. She reaches on the under side to close the clasp. The time dilates, almost like everything is about to freeze as you launch yourself headfirst like a diver across the island to stop what is about to happen. As you’re flying mid air, hand fully reached out everything flashes before you. The first time your training wheels came off the bike and you looked back over your shoulder at your dad so proud and smiling. When you first met your wife. When you bought your house together and moved in. When you held your baby boy for the first time. The sound of his laughter as you threw him and caught him in the air. When your second boy fell asleep on your chest for the first time. The clasp closes. You close your hand hoping to be holding the band. It’s empty.As you look up you realise the gravity and infinite desperate dark reality of the situation. She’s gone. You look at the kids in front of the telly but the floor is empty. The room is empty. There is complete silence. They’re gone. They’re all gone. You fall to your knees in utter disbelief. You feel cold. Your breathing stops and you collapse, face planting into the floor in a gaze.
The tv still running in the background. Thoughtless, you stare as it highlight a news story about a crypto influencer going by the name of Crypto Mariah. She organised a raid on a livestream comedians channel last night who calls his show “Jordan’s Jokes”.
“Mariah, an early crypto pioneer and her crypto friends” the show reported “donated a whopping sum total of 420 doge and changed Jordan’s life forever”.
“I can’t believe it” Jordan said. “I’ve been out here slingin’ jokes on my own for 10 years without ever getting an audience bigger than 2 or 3 people, and to be honest I’ve been close sometimes to giving up, and then this Mariah comes on my show out of NOWHERE wearing all this gold jewellery with a really nice bracelet and just start praising me and sending me money. She asked me to make jokes about doge and started sending these crazy amounts. I’ll be forever grateful. It’s changed everything”.
“Mariah, who’s developed somewhat a reputation as the Oprah of crypto has gone from strength to strength this year solidifying herself in the top 69 worlds largest doge holders…” the news story continues and fades into the background.
You let in a little bit of oxygen through your open mouth. What have you done?
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