Irony of a Dream

Had a dream last night, that I bought a lottery scratch off from the 7-11 store and won a million dollars. The clerk pulled large bundles of bills in including hundreds, and thousand, from a safe.

I was so afraid of someone stealing it. I asked this guy, a mob boss from the 30s, to hold it for me. He hid it under a blanket in his swanky sitting room. I figured he did not need my money. Then I told my ex-wife that I won that much money. I offered to pay off her mortgage but that was not enough. Told my children that I would pay off their mortgages also.

When I went to retrieve my money, the gangster was gone.

So, this huge pile of cash that gave me an instant of excitement just disappeared and left me a lifetime of regret. Easy come, easy go. I was happy before this so called dream come true in my dream and happy this morning when I realized it was just a dream. I felt something inside me changed when i held that glorious pile of misery and my life was not the one I cherished.

Moral of my story; money can’t buy me happiness. Glad I woke up this morning.

Patsy Starke 1/12/22