At work, some bigwig brings a whole pile of bills and spreads them everywhere. We go sliding all around the office. I go downstairs to the bank and they’re mad about it. I slip behind the teller line and back out again and up the elevator. The money is cleaned up.
In some garden, walk over to a table and they’re doing photo shoots. I talk to some chick and get into one. They’re ready for me and I walk over and lay down on a gurney. They take some pictures and it’s time for me to get hard. (N.B. these kind of dreams rarely have a “happy ending”;)
My exciting life, this place