Wednesday, March 6, 2013
All night I dreamed of searching. I was searching for Asgard (the Viking land) through cold forests, I was searching for dragons in the desert, and finally I was searching for spare change to buy a Hershey bar in a weird old city. I found a folded and rolled bill, which I carefully unfolded to find a Chinese bill with a 20 on it. I went into a bank, which had dirty cracked floors and counter. The teller was sitting on a bar stool in front of an old brass cash register. She said she could convert the bill, and she grabbed a candlestick phone to get a current quote on it's value.