Last night I dreamt of treasure.
Well, it was more coins than treasure to be exact, but the coins weren’t ordinary coins. Some were. I was picking fifty pences as someone would pick flowers. There were hundreds – thousands – of them all over the place.
Bright and shiny were the fifty pences.
Other coins weren’t as shiny, but they were there in abundance too.
Everywhere.
In flowerbeds. On lawns. Under chairs. At the side of the road…
I’ve had similar dreams like this before, and all of them have had the same feel good feel with them. The coins are unusually shaped, squares and triangles, as well as the usual round and rounded shapes. Some had odd colours, and some with holographic symbols on them. I was only interested in the shiny ones.
I wished I’d collected the square ones with the symbols, really to see what the symbols were. In my previous dreams, it was these that I collected, but couldn’t make out the symbols on them back then.
Other people were milling about, but they weren’t interested in any of the coins, whereas I was trying to collect as many of the fifty pences as I could. It was actually as though they couldn’t see them, nor me collecting. Very strange.
Does this mean I’m going to come into a secret fortune?
Or am I being perhaps a little too greedy?
Oh, if I’d have seen the symbols, I may have found the answer…
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