Your Apartment

You suddenly sit up in your bed and open your eyes. That was a crazy fucking dream. Some weird guy named Chester or Charlie? Something about deepthroating and Asian girls? You really had to stop looking at porn right before bed. It was screwing with your head. You laid back down as the weird thoughts floated past.

*grumble*

That was your stomach telling you to get up. Rolling over you grab your phone off your nightstand. You immediately notice you have several notifications. On twitter, instagram, facebook messenger, and tons of text.

"That's odd" you think to yourself. It wasn't uncommon to have a couple of likes on a tweet or even the random text, but this was insane. Something like 50 notifications. Unlocking your phone, it automatically opens to your instagram, where you notice you're follower count is quite a bit bigger than you remember. About 100,000 more than you remembered for that matter.

Confused you take a look who these followers are, convinced it must be some glitch. Glancing through the list of names you start to notice a pattern:

Sara Kim, Jennifer Hong, Hana Liu, Vivian Ngyuen, Rachel Nakamura, Abby Chang.

They were all Asian women. Every single one. Tens of thousands of them. Really really strange.

Then you notice all the notifications in your direct messages. Thousands of those too. Just for fun you pick one at random from an Eden Song.

Now you're really confused. Why was this chick randomly messagi.... oh fuck. Your phone fell to the ground as the realization came upon you.

The dream! It came true! What the... I mean whatever!

Shaking your head you realized you needed to get out of bed and start enjoying this new reality. You reached down to grab your phone and stared at the message. You shrugged and decided Eden was a good place to start.

You sent her a quick message and to your shock she nearly instantly replied back.

Looks like you were about to have some fun with Ms. Song and her friend.