Weird Dream… I’m two-for-two!

This morning I had a weird dream that Tasha and I were planning some sort of strange second wedding for show. We were driving around talking about how it didn’t have to be as expensive this time for some reason or another, and we drove by this yard sale.

There was this table that had some neat purple wood inlays in the top that Tasha swore that she had at one point, so I found the short, fat woman that was running the yard sale and asked her how much it was. She said for $75 we could have it, but since money was a little tight with the second wedding and all we decided to leave it.

For some reason the dreamscape changed and I was at a casino. The woman that ran the yard sale was there with a guy that looked like the little asian ambassador guy from The Last Samurai (the one with the curly mustache, we just watched the first half hour of it last week). They were gambling, and the woman came running up and said that she remembered how nice we were, so she wanted to give us a wedding present. She gave me a wad of cash, as I immediately am thrilled at the fact I can buy Tasha that table she wanted for her second-wedding present.

The woman drags me over to a blackjack table, where apparently the game was “guess the card.” I said 10 of hearts and lo-and-behold I won her another wad of cash. At this point I got seperated from her and decided to leave the casino without gambling any more.

Again, the dreamscape changes and I am in my office, holding the wad of cash that the woman gave me. I notice that the wording on the bills is all screwed up, one of them has a picture of Bill Clinton, another one was in Spanish, and yet another (I shit you not) had a picture of in renessiance garb. Another one was all sticky like my hair gel, and then (and only then, because I’m a dumbass) I realize that this money she gave me was counterfeit.

I decide to take a walk and I end up in a mall-like area. There was this Mexican store where they were making pita-pockets like one of the carts near my office, and they’re speaking entirely in Spanish. I order one and pay with the Spanish five-dollars that the woman gave me, and the guy hands me back a wad full of cash again. This time, the faces of the bills look like they should, but the backs are white paper.

At this point I’m thinking “what is up with all this fake money?” and about that time runs in and exclaims that he masterminded the whole thing! I slap some handcuffs on him, because in Dreamland I’m never without handcuffs. He makes this weird squacking sound and runs off, around the corner. I follow him, and we’re back in my office.

I chase him out the door and down the stairwell and finally I end up back outside. Here’s where I woke up.