I woke up in bed, I checked my phone and the date was still the same as when I left. For just a brief moment, I wondered if it was all a dream. But I knew better, I have seen this trope enough times in fiction to know that.
Me: Alright, come on. Something is gonna happen where it's revealed it wasn't a dream. Come on, where is it?
Just then my right arm turned into a Murder Drone arm.
Me: Yep. Called it.
