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7 53 am est
I had a very long and invloved dream
last night. I was in France with my
dad and my brother. We had
arrived at a beach and were ordering food at what looked like a hotdog
stand with a huge awning. I wanted to change (for some reason, out
of my bathing suit) so I just did so right there. I ended up
putting on another suit, with a leopard pattern and black straps.
My brother became engrossed in a beautiful woman standing on the sand
nearby, and he struck up a conversation with her. I was trying to
change without getting the mud on my feet onto my clothes. I asked
if there was a bathroom (so i could wash my tootsies) but the clerk said
no. My father was the last to order, and he got the change for his
meal in Yen. Most of the coins were normal (small and metal), but
one was the size of a saucer for a tea cup and was made out of wood (it
looked pertified or something). I was fascinated, and looked in the
tip cup (a large white styrofoam cup) for more, extracting a second such
coin, which was different. The first was reddish, and had writing
all over it, and a small hole in the center which I peered through (which
was also the center of the rings, for this was a whole slice of a tree)
and the second was blue stained and had no markings but a single stamp
(which I assume pronounced its demonination in Japanese characters).
I reallized that they might be mad that I had taken money from
their tip cup, so I reached in my pocket for something to replace it with.
I located a solitary quarter, but then couldn't remember which of
the several styrofoam cups scattered about on the tables set up in the
shade of the awning was the one for tips. I finally just tossed the
quarter in one. It hit the bottom of the cup to set in motion a
series of automized mechalical movements under the table, which I could
only hear. There was some sort of elaborated piggy bank system.
Then I saw the real tip cup, and wondered even more what this one
was for. My father had, I beleive, at this point joined my brother
in talking to the lovely lady. Then I was trying to figure out
where I was going to sit in the movie theatre that night, and I began
envisioning the bizarre layout of the dark theatre.
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