Last night I had the most interesting dream. I was young, probably in my twenties and in the Big City, I was just leaving the bank after depositing a check, when suddenly I looked back and saw cash pouring out the front door. The wind had picked up a one hundred dollar bill and one landed right in my hand. Another gust of wind then started pushing me towards the bank. As I stumbled forward, I looked down and attempted to establish some footing so I wouldn’t topple over.
The next thing I knew, I was wearing my trademark Belt Buckler uniform. For those of you who don’t know what my costume looks like, it’s a satin red corset with a matching skirt and garter belts with two B’s on a little brooch on each.
In this dream of mine, I did not seem familiar with the costume I was now donning , nevertheless, I decided to stop fighting against the wind and began stepping toward the bank.
I’ve always been an avid believer in dreams, so this dream left me quite perplexed. Could it mean that I should not have parted with my crimeful ways? Should I get off my mahjong playing behind and do something more exciting in my autumn years? I’m not saying that necessarily means to return to a life of robbing and buglaring, I mean, it would be quite ridiculous almost embarrassing even for the cops if they were to ever arrest me. This old frump of a woman trying to rob a major bank while standing her in Spanx form fitters (I would not dare put on the costume I was once able to wear). As I’ve said before, I am no longer the stealth felinelike woman I once was, the arrest would be the easiest thing for the cops ever.
I’m just trying to think of what this dream could have possibly meant. I think I may see a psychic about it.
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