You die at 82 in a hospital bed, still thinking about the phone call you missed. Then you open your eyes, and it's 1999. You're three hours old, and you remember everything. Google at $85. Apple in the 2008 crash. Bitcoin at six cents. Knowing what's coming turns out to be the easy part. Getting a bus driver to take stock tips from his four-year-old is harder. And the third line in your notebook has nothing to do with money.