A recurring theme in a lot of my dreams is counterfeit money. I’ll come into a large sum of cash and will buy something, but when I attempt to pay, the money I pull out is always in nonexistent denominations (three-, 15-, or four-dollar bills), the wrong color (pink, blue, tie-dyed), the wrong size, or has the wrong portraits. Sometimes it doesn’t look like money at all, sometimes it’s clearly Monopoly money, and sometimes it has obscure political tracts printed on one side.
The obvious interpretation of this is that I am skeptical of gifts, don’t believe that I will ever be rich, or just wouldn’t know what to do with any sort of money. Or maybe, you know, my subconscious is trying to tell me something about the ephemeral nature of the Benjamins.
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