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[wickedflea]

I dreamed about finding a bunch of money again. I was in New York, and I was supposed to be meeting lulu_girl so we could kick it old-style like all that and a bag of lo-fi chips. So I went down in the subway, and I had to buy a MetroCard. While I was buying my card at the machine, I noticed that there was a little slot between where two pieces of metal fit together--like, not a slot where you're supposed to put anything, just a gap. And I saw that people had stuffed a whole bunch of scraps of paper and receipts and stuff in there. Then I saw a few glints of green, and sure enough, I was able to pull out a good twenty wadded-up bills of varying denomination from it. I was gittin' all kinds of free money, yo. But some dude started ogling me, so eventually I stopped. As I was leaving with mad jack in my pockets, I was very happy, and I thought how cool it was gonna be to tell people that I had finally found a wad of real money. I reflected on how funny it was that I had often dreamed of finding piles of cash that ended up being counterfeit, but now it was the real deal.

Of course, when I found a secluded place and started counting the loot, it turned out to be fake. Bills of the wrong size, with pictures of Thomas Jefferson in drag, with funky denominations like $45--you name it, I had the fake money. I was crestfallen. :(

What is UP with that recurring dream, anyway? I'm not money-driven. I hate money. But I always need money, and I sure would like to find a free pile of it. Hmmmm.

Comments

[buscemi.livejournal.com]

That reminds me of the time I was in San Francisco. Some woman at the subway station kept yelling, "Does anyone have a piece of paper that I can put into the machine?" I guess she thought the paper would fool it into thinking she put money in? I dunno.

[wickedflea.livejournal.com]

She was probably all hopped up on the LSD. You know how those folks call acid "paper," and she probably thought it was the key to the universe, including the subway system. ;)

[buscemi.livejournal.com]

I'm pretty sure she was on something. ;) Mom was with me at the time, and I think this woman asked her. Mom told her to get lost. Hee.

[lulu-girl.livejournal.com]

DUDE. You don't know how many times I've been slipped fake twenties. I don't even notice until it's too late. I once paid for a metrocard with a fake twenty, walked down to the subway platform, and found myself surrounded by a TEAM of the Po-lice. I had to sign a form that I didn't know it was fake, then pay AGAIN for the metrocard. The police gave me a twenty dollar voucher for my taxes. Right.

I haven't even noticed when it's been a random cartoon character as the image. Serves me right!

[wickedflea.livejournal.com]

Holy crap!!! I haven't ever knowingly had a counterfeit bill. Sometimes I've had one that I thought was suspect, and then thought, naaaaah. I'd actually like to see one!