Squid 2
I found myself in the same aquarium shop in which I'd rescued the vampire squid from drowning in a previous dream.
This time, the entire building was flooded about 15 feet deep in water (through some odd twist of dream physics, of course — the shop was a one story standalone building with floor to ceiling windows on two sides, and a solid wall with the front counter and so on along the wall to the left of wall with the front door in it, which was also solid).
I asked the guy at the counter (which rested above the water — more strange dream physics) why all the water, as it was obvious that the flood was intentional. He explained that there had been a scuba diving exposition in the shop the week before, and they'd held a contest whereby divers who found round clay tokens buried in the sand under the water could turn them in for their face value in cash. Nodding, I left the counter to continue looking around.
I stepped into the water and dove down with relative ease. The water was body temperature warm, and my clothes didn't seem to get wet. All the display aquaria throughout the shop continued to operate as before, and none of the aquatic life in them seemed to be escaping, even though everything was now completely submerged in water.
I felt something between my toes in the sand which now covered the floor, so I reached down what appeared to be a large poker chip looking disc, with red and white stripes around the edge and the number 200 marked in the middle. Remembering what the shopkeeper had told me, and thinking the token could be valuable, I stuck it into my pocket.
Swimming happily through the crystal clear warm water, I held my breath for what seemed to be minutes at a time with no trouble.
Eventually I clambered back up to the counter, and, attempting a calm demeanor, asked if any leftover tokens could still be redeemed for money.
"If there's any left, sure — but I doubt the divers left anything. And besides, you don't even have any gear, so you'd have a tough time finding them."
With a smile I fished in my pocket and retrieved five $200 tokens I'd found a few minutes before, placing them on the counter. The shopkeeper reluctantly counted out $1,000 in hundred dollar bills from the register, and I thanked him graciously.
Thinking my welcome was probably at an end at that point, I began walking out of the shop. As I did so, however, I pulled my hand from my pocket, and looked at the green and white disc I hadn't shown him, marked $15,000 on the top face. "No, that would have been pushing my luck," I said to myself. "No way they would have paid that."
I smiled again, and went home.
This time, the entire building was flooded about 15 feet deep in water (through some odd twist of dream physics, of course — the shop was a one story standalone building with floor to ceiling windows on two sides, and a solid wall with the front counter and so on along the wall to the left of wall with the front door in it, which was also solid).
I asked the guy at the counter (which rested above the water — more strange dream physics) why all the water, as it was obvious that the flood was intentional. He explained that there had been a scuba diving exposition in the shop the week before, and they'd held a contest whereby divers who found round clay tokens buried in the sand under the water could turn them in for their face value in cash. Nodding, I left the counter to continue looking around.
I stepped into the water and dove down with relative ease. The water was body temperature warm, and my clothes didn't seem to get wet. All the display aquaria throughout the shop continued to operate as before, and none of the aquatic life in them seemed to be escaping, even though everything was now completely submerged in water.
I felt something between my toes in the sand which now covered the floor, so I reached down what appeared to be a large poker chip looking disc, with red and white stripes around the edge and the number 200 marked in the middle. Remembering what the shopkeeper had told me, and thinking the token could be valuable, I stuck it into my pocket.
Swimming happily through the crystal clear warm water, I held my breath for what seemed to be minutes at a time with no trouble.
Eventually I clambered back up to the counter, and, attempting a calm demeanor, asked if any leftover tokens could still be redeemed for money.
"If there's any left, sure — but I doubt the divers left anything. And besides, you don't even have any gear, so you'd have a tough time finding them."
With a smile I fished in my pocket and retrieved five $200 tokens I'd found a few minutes before, placing them on the counter. The shopkeeper reluctantly counted out $1,000 in hundred dollar bills from the register, and I thanked him graciously.
Thinking my welcome was probably at an end at that point, I began walking out of the shop. As I did so, however, I pulled my hand from my pocket, and looked at the green and white disc I hadn't shown him, marked $15,000 on the top face. "No, that would have been pushing my luck," I said to myself. "No way they would have paid that."
I smiled again, and went home.