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. Continue reading
Gerald writes:
I dreamed that I arrived home from my pizza delivery job, and took from my pocket what I thought was a ten dollar bill, but what turned out to be a $100,000 bill. The thoughts that simultaneously went through my head were:
– someone tipped me $100,000?!
– am I supposed to tell my boss?
– does the IRS need to know?
– if live cheap, I’ll never need to work again!
– wait a minute, a $100,000 bill?
Afterwards I was at some indoor amusement park where the ride was a really fast escalator that alternated doing up and down. In order for the ride to work, they gave out pharmaceuticals called Uterall (pronounced YOU-ter-all). We were informed that prescriptions were unnecessary because the pills were purchased abroad.
I dream of dada 