Goodnight

Nonlucid


My childhood best friend Taco who I haven't seen since I was 11 years old was in my dream. Some guy with a long beard in a bar told me he was adopted and that I needed to tell him that. I didn't know where he was so I did everything I could to find him. I went to his old house but he had moved and nobody knew where he went.



Suddenly I was in my room playing a First Person Shooter with lousy graphics and I saw a name appear on the screen. (can't remember what it was) I instantly knew it was Taco. I clicked on it an started talking to him. I told him I wanted to meet him somewhere.

Then Taco and I where talking to each other in the middle of the street. After a little chit chat I told him I had to tell him something. Gently I told him that he was adopted. He was in shock, I comforted him and layed my hand on his shoulder. We shared some memories of the old days when we would have a pancake eating contests and eating icecream in the swimmingpool on his backyard lawn.



Then my parents came and told me I had to tell his parents Taco knew he was adopted. I refused to do that. I said that if he want to talk about this with his parents he should do that himself. We got into a fight about it.

I went back to my place and remembered I had to sell cookies for some reason. This is all I remember before I woke up. I was really hungry for a pancake.