I visit you every night, even if you don’t remember me. A wise man once had one of me, and we are still waiting for it to come true.

Old fogeys on Fox News tend to hate me all day Older people know me as a happy display Those who played early Xbox were called it after a bad play Sometimes in troll posts, 'if you're reading this, you're...'

You can attend me, or have me if you play with me. Most dogs agree.

Five nails go into me, they all remain seen. I can also be a wood. The scent is fresh and clean. My name starts grainy: coarse, rough, getting everywhere. Without my straps, I'd be a lone sole. Your feet would be left bare.

Four represent the core of our galaxy, the generic name, not the one named for us alone. The last is an opening for an enclosed space, often chain-linked. When combined, I'm create a stable wormhole, traveling unidirectionally.