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12:20:2002 Entry: "Ann : DREAM-As fake as an eight dollar bill"

DREAM-As fake as an eight dollar bill

Weird confusing dream. I can't remember the specific sequence of events, so this might be a little mixed up.

Stan and I were trying to park in front of my parent's house, but for some reason he couldn't do it properly. He ended up parking on their lawn. Also, it was like it was our house...they didn't live there anymore. Inside it was like a hybrid of their house and our real house, which is really hard to imagine because theirs is a early 1960s brick ranch and ours is a 1908 2-story frame. There were some guys that were either leasing out their basement or a spare room or something, but they were also using our van. I didn't like the idea of them doing this, as overhearing some of their conversations it sounded like they were getting in a lot of trouble. We were talking to them in the kitchen and I was asking them a lot of questions about how much longer they'd need the van. They were acting like it was theirs and that that they needed it to do just a few errands, but they mentioned the word "blood" and I didn't like the sound of it. I told them they couldn't use it anymore because I needed it, and they seemed very disappointed.

Then I remember I was at a mall (ick...I never go to malls) and was looking in a clothing store. I found a blouse that I was going to buy, but for some reason I walked out holding the blouse without having bought it first. As I walked into another store in the mall, I realized what I'd done. I freaked out and ran back to the original store and quickly ran to the cashier to pay for it. I told her what I had accidentally done and she laughed. I was pulling bills out of my wallet to pay for it, and noticed I had an eight dollar bill. The paper it was printed on was of a different texture than regular money, so I thought it was a counterfeit and was a bit worried that whatever store I'd been to before had given me a counterfeit bill in change. ( was an EIGHT DOLLAR BILL!)

By Ann @ 20:23 AM CST:12:20:02 ..::Link::..