Money
For some reason, I was washing dishes in a food court at a rolling condiments stand, and while my hands were in the water I reached down into a crack in the side of the sink and pulled up some coins and dollar bills. I kept pulling up money, Canadian and American, in tens, twenties, fifties and hundreds. It was money that had fallen down there over the years, and no one had ever dug that deep in the sink to find it. Then I brought out colourful money from Tanzinia. There were also personal cheques in there, including some I had written to Tracy. I had written her name “Helen Tracy,” implying she was Helen Keller, as a joke. I have no idea why.
The whole time I made it clear that I was going to give the money back, I just wantedto count it first. I got four older people to sit down on folding chairs around me and I demonstrated how old some of this stuff was. There were pictures from the 50s and 60s in there. We had to preserve it for your kids. My dad was one of the old people.
I think this dream means you should send me money… Possibly so I can open some sort of school for the kids who are deaf and blind… okay, maybe not… but you could still send me money!