Ben writes:
I was at my parents’ home—I don’t know if I was just visiting, or living there in the dream. My father informs me, quite somber, that he had found out that his close friend, who is also the father of one of my closest friends from high school, had been evading taxes, and after a lot of thought on the matter, he had decided to call the IRS to inform them. His friend had been hauled off to jail. I am shocked that this man who I’ve known all my life, would do such a thing. Later, I am hanging out with the same friend of mine, his daughter, and it’s exceedingly awkward. Her family, unsurprisingly, is in complete disarray over the matter. I feel awful for her, guilty with the knowledge that my dad is the one who called the feds on hers, yet I feel that what he did was right, and eventually, I just tell her, honestly and frankly—she just leers at me and says, “don’t worry, I already know.”
Not-so-coincidentally, in real life, my dad has been calling me daily to remind me to file my taxes.
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