Keep the Change
Last Friday night I dreamed that I was Sir Ian McKellan and that I was at a public swimming pool, attempting to rent a towel.
The towels were $.50. As I sifted through the pockets of my trousers, I found a quarter, a nickel, a dime and some assorted foreign coinage. I unsuccessfully attempted to persuade the attendant to accept three francs in lieu of the dime I was short.
"My dear boy," I heard myself saying in Ian's good-natured voice. "A franc is worth far more than a dime. And you may have all three."
The attendant shook his head and motioned to a paper cup full of cast-off pennies, from which I began digging out the ten cents that I needed.
The towels were $.50. As I sifted through the pockets of my trousers, I found a quarter, a nickel, a dime and some assorted foreign coinage. I unsuccessfully attempted to persuade the attendant to accept three francs in lieu of the dime I was short.
"My dear boy," I heard myself saying in Ian's good-natured voice. "A franc is worth far more than a dime. And you may have all three."
The attendant shook his head and motioned to a paper cup full of cast-off pennies, from which I began digging out the ten cents that I needed.
Labels: Dreams
2 Comments:
Interesting dream. I'm not sure I've ever dreamt that I was someone else, much less someone famous.
What do you suppose it means?
I honestly couldn't say. I wouldn't even know what a franc looks like, much less what they are worth. But somehow in the dream I knew that's what they were.
A quick Google search for a conversion site informed me that I was telling the truth about them being worth more (they are worth about $.84 a piece).
I've had Jekyll/Hyde dreams before where I am 'not myself' and cut&paste dreams where I am filling in somebody else's spot, but to my knowledge this is the first time where I dreamed that I was actually somebody else.
Gandalf, at a swimming pool indeed!
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