DREAM
I need a little extra cash, so I put up an ad on eBay auctioning off a conversation with me. I'm not really sure what about, so I put "about sharks" for the first conversation, and leave the second conversation open-ended.
All of a sudden, right before the auction ends, I realize that the person who buys the conversation might be looking for a lot of advanced, factual information about sharks that they can't get elsewhere. I recall that I volunteered someplace that does work with Shark Week, and I hope that maybe I can revisit them and collect some interesting facts before the conversation happens.
I'm in a bus with an old friend, and we pass by the bar that I frequent. They've put my name up in various different spellings about 10 times all around the bar--all painted on great big signs.
I duck down in my seat, sinking to the floor. I take my blank canvas down with me and imagine all the possibilities for it--especially if I were to use black and white and red paint.
Then I find out that John Lennon bought the conversations, and I'm in a dream/fantasy land in which I do more of the asking and less of the conversing.
INTERPRETATION
I have been looking at alternate ways to make income on the internet, although they haven't been nearly as successful as in the dream. It's actually quite hard knowing whether you're really providing value to your customers, sometimes, as indicated by my panic about not knowing enough about sharks.
I've also been very interested in getting back into painting--maybe with some abstract art. And John Lennon did write the song "Imagine."
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