So, it was around 11pm, and I was making my sleeping arrangements.
What should this evening's musical choice be, I wondered... Antiflag? Perhaps.
I put an Antiflag record on the turntable. Enjoyable, yes... but not what I was in the mood for.
What about you, Rick Wakeman? Oh, Rick Wakeman. Some people would call your music overwraught and pretentious.
Me too. But it's catchy.
So, I threw Rick onto the ol' gramaphone, and fell asleep.
I was running through an airport, with my sister. We needed to catch a plane, which is the sort of thing one does at an airport. We arrived at the, you know, the place where you hang out - the gate. We arrived at the appropriate gate, and it soon became clear that the plane wasn't quite as ready as we.
As it turned out, this waiting area was actually a hybrid of an airport waiting place and a classroom. The waiting passengers were playing a game.
The entire dream was incredibly vivid, but this game didn't appear to have any structure at all. Somehow, I was winning a lot of money.
Suddenly, I was sitting on the opposite end of the waiting area, away from my sister, and with a wad of cash that I had won. Most of the notes appeared to be $100s, though they were the colour of $10s.
Vegie was sitting next to me. Daniel Moore (a guy I went to school with) had just won some olives. Behind Vegie were stacks of olive packs.
Daniel was unsure of which olives he should take. He asked Vegie, "Are these expensive?"
Vegie replied, "Well, they weren't cheap."
Daniel decided to take the pack which had some sort of dip in the centre. He opened it up and tasted it. Immediately, his face screwed up.
"It's a bit strong," he said. Then he walked away happily.
At this point, I woke up in my bed, and examined the money that I had won. They were definitely $100 notes, and I had around nine of them. Along with the various other notes, there was $1276. This was going to be great. I'd just learned the previous evening that all that remained of my automobile debt to my parents was $600. This was great. It was like a dream come true. This was like a dream. This is a dream. You're going to wake up, and you won't have any of this money.
I woke up.
I didn't have any of the money. I was genuinely disappointed. The dream had been so vivid, the money seemed so real... it was like I had lost $1276.
That's a lot of money to lose... Luckily this feeling didn't last too long - it's hard to be depressed about something you never really had. But for those few brief moments, I felt so genuinely lucky, and then so completely unlucky. It was a real trip.