I dream that I’m sitting on a bench next to a wealthy couple. The husband is telling me about the last thing he bought and how happy it is about it. I tell him that I saw a yellow and black butterfly, he’s fascinated by it and I know I’ve convinced him that money ain’t that important.
The wife is not gonna be that easy. I invite her to a castle where Reese from Malcom in the Middle is brewing a stinky potion. I know that’s just what her truculent personality needs.
I dream that I’m counting money and I’m so bad at it, all the numbers get confused, I end up having to ask my brother’s help.
Then I dream that my cousin calls me back to the store to help out. We’re no longer a phone store though, now we patch up clothes, and I help a young couple with their toddler’s yellow shirt. My cousin offers me to stay, but I’ll have to work for free. I say no, and I’m so proud of standing up for myself. The young couple say they have a job for me too:
You see, we like to go to the bar at night and read poetry with our friends, we drink beer…
They talk and talk and I have no idea what the job is. My cousin later explains they needed someone to collect their darts from the board when they play at the bar.
I dream that I have a pet squirrel in a paper bag. I shake the bag because I forgot there’s also a glass bottle inside. The squirrel gets hit in the head, I rush it to the vet but there’s nothing I can do to save it.
Then I dream about a couple on a mystical quest. The wife keeps dying in strange accidents and the husband keeps bringing her back to life whenever he has enough magic. She stays alive for a few hours and then dies again. She doesn’t realize what’s happening until she notices her husband’s hair is turning gray: seven years have passed for him, only seven hours for her.
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