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Counterfeit

I dreamt last Monday night that I was out buying jewelry for my favorite person (not unusual.) The shop I was in seemed really nice, and had lovely things for quite reasonable prices. When I went to pay for the earrings I chose for her I found a fifty dollar bill folded up in my wallet (I don't fold bills.) As soon as I unfolded it I knew it was counterfeit, and said as much to the shopkeeper as I showed it to him.

He said, "I should call the police" and did just that. I left everything on the counter and went in search of an ATM so I could get a real fifty dollar bill. As I walked out I saw I was at a strip mall near my home -- one that doesn't have a jewelry store in it. Then I spotted my mother as she looked when she was in her thirties. She was very slender and wore a pretty A-line navy blue dress. With her was my dad, only in a nice suit and with a full head of hair (he started balding in his forties.) He always looked a bit like Robert DeNiro to me, but never more so than now.

My parents were looking for me, but I didn't want to stress Mom out over the counterfeit money issue, so I dodged them. I then spent the rest of the dream looking for that ATM. When I woke up I became awash in regret that I avoided my dad, who wouldn't have yelled at me for the fake fifty. Ah, well. At least I got to see them young and healthy in my dream. I might write this dream into a story follow-up to After . . . .

Image Credit: Image by Prasanta Sahoo from Pixabay

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