I spent about 19 of the last 24 hours in bed, nursing a nasty cold that has turned my lovely tenor voice into that of a basso profundo. And during that long period of sleep, I had a most interesting dream.
I went to an ATM to withdraw cash, as I often do. As I slipped the card into the slot, I noticed something sticking out of the cash dispenser. I grabbed it, and pulled it out.
A $100 bill.
I looked around, seeing nobody in the vicinity. I couldn’t imagine who would leave so much money in an ATM machine (and for that matter, I couldn’t imagine an ATM machine spitting out $100 bills, but this is a dream, after all). So I pocketed the bill and continued with my transaction.
The machine then gave me the message “This machine is not able to dispense cash. Please try another.” So I canceled the transaction and tried the machine to the left.
When I inserted my card, I noticed yet another object protruding from the machine– this time from the deposit slot.
It was another $100 bill.
Now I had the distinct feeling I was being watched, a-la “Candid Camera.” I started looking around for a camera or some sort of device to record my reaction. I found nothing. So I took the second $100 bill, canceled my transaction (Hey, I was $200 ahead, I didn’t need to withdraw money anymore), and walked away from the machine.
My dream continued with me talking to my mom in her car. She was driving. I told her what happened, and she stopped the car and said “Wow… You’re lucky, kiddo.”
So … what does this dream mean? Am I going to come into some money soon?
Or was it just the drugs playing tricks with my mind?
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