So, a couple nights ago, I had a dream where I was outside in my neighborhood with my brother. Then, I saw one of my best friends, the one who's a few years older than me. He had some of his friends with him, and he was throwing something like a frisbee around. I say "something like" because it wasn't a frisbee, but I'm honestly not sure what it was. Anyway, he and his friends come over, and I get introduced, yada yada yada. Funny thing about his friends,  I can't remember what they look like, other than there was a guy and a girl, and the guy had glasses. Anyway, there's a timeskip, and my friend asks us if we'd give up our memories of him for a million dollars. Of course, I say no, because dammit, that kid has shaped my personality so freaking much, it ain't even funny.