Dream: I and two other people (whom I know very well and can’t remember who they are) are on thetop floor of a gigantic T-shaped tower. We’re watching clouds, and the tower is bending back andforth in an extremely frightening kind of way (most likely inspired by the weekend’s adventures onthe GENIE). We learn later from Wes Fugate, who is in charge of the whole operation, that this isbecause the tower’s pilot is practicing going up and down. I ask him why the tower has a pilot atall, which does not faze him; I have a feeling the conversation would go much the same way in reallife.
I ask him for compensation about the shopping trip I took some people on earlier, and he gives me areceipt and a small stack of bills. I am happy until I actually look at said bills; a few are realdollars, but one is a counterfeit, one is joke money, one is a gift certificate and one is aone-dollar traveler’s check with Richard Nixon on the front. Now that I’m awake, that seems reallyfunny.
I chase Wes into the parking lot in front of the bowling alley to ask him about the funny money,and he assures me that “they’ll take it.” I ask him why my friends didn’t get paid for the shoppingthey did, and he shrugs and says they didn’t ask about it.
I manage to get a clerk at Wendy’s to take the money for a chicken sandwich combo.
