"The Crypto Conference of Broken Dreams"

(A short tragicomedy)

Last night, I dreamed I was invited to an exclusive Crypto Investors' Conference. I walked into the hall proudly wearing my “HODL or Die” hoodie, excited to see all my favorite coins in person.

At the entrance, PEPE was hopping around, throwing meme stickers and shouting,

"We’re all gonna make it... eventually!"

Then he tripped on a rug pull and face-planted into the punch bowl.

I moved ahead and saw WCT sitting at a roundtable with a headset on, trying to connect wallets across blockchains.

I asked, “WCT, how you holding up?”

He replied, “I’m trying to connect the world, but half my users still can’t connect their life to a profit chart!”

Then from the shadows walked in DEXE, dressed like a CEO, looking all sharp.

He adjusted his tie and whispered,

"Governance is the future, bro. I make money when others fight over voting rights."

Then he checked the price chart and fainted.

Suddenly, an announcement blared:

“Bitcoin has moved 2%! Altcoins are in panic mode!”

PEPE screamed, “SELL EVERYTHING!”

WCT ran to launch a proposal on-chain.

DEXE? He started writing a whitepaper on why that 2% change was market manipulation.

I woke up sweating, looked at my phone...

My portfolio was down 14%.

Moral of the story?

Don’t trust dreams. Or altcoins. Or your own entries after 2 AM.

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