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So, last night I dreamed that my siblings and I had all gone home for the holidays and we were all digging around in boxes in the attic of our strangely palatial home, which was waaaaaaaaaaaay more spacious than any house we've ever actually lived in. And we found a mattress that had a bunch of rectangular holes cut out of it, and there were boxes hidden in them.
(I say "hidden", but this was a bare mattress and the holes were on the side facing up. But it was clear in the dream that this was a masterful hiding job.)
And in one of those boxes were a bunch of chips. I mean "chips" as in "poker chips", but these were actually blackjack chips... and they were really only identifiable as that because my sleeping brain told me that's what they were. Because they were actually big flattened glass beads, of the sort that are semi-round on one side and squished flat on the other. They had a weird hydra-meets-marijuana-leaf symbol etched and painted on the flat side (which was the top of these easier-to-stack-than-they-should-have-been glass "chips"), right above the number 100.
The first time we touched one, it leaped up and let out a brief hum.
We were excited to have found blackjack chips because that meant we could play blackjack, so we all hurried downstairs to play. When our parents found out, they freaked out. Because you couldn't own blackjack chips, you could only rent them from the company that made them. But they apparently didn't care how long you kept them as long as they weren't being used, but now that we'd touched them we'd have to start paying for them. It wasn't clear how much that cost, but my parents were freaking out.
We realized at that point that the blackjack company already knew we'd touched them, because the first one had sent out a signal, which we figured out meant they were within 500 yards because the dogs that could detect that kind of signal couldn't do so past that range. (Yay, dream logic.)
Everybody was really worried about it, but then we realized that if we canceled our MMORPG subscriptions we could afford to pay the blackjack company for however long it took to get the chips back to them, and then we went to dinner, where there was some confusion over whether Outback Steakhouse served Mexican food or steak.
(I say "hidden", but this was a bare mattress and the holes were on the side facing up. But it was clear in the dream that this was a masterful hiding job.)
And in one of those boxes were a bunch of chips. I mean "chips" as in "poker chips", but these were actually blackjack chips... and they were really only identifiable as that because my sleeping brain told me that's what they were. Because they were actually big flattened glass beads, of the sort that are semi-round on one side and squished flat on the other. They had a weird hydra-meets-marijuana-leaf symbol etched and painted on the flat side (which was the top of these easier-to-stack-than-they-should-have-been glass "chips"), right above the number 100.
The first time we touched one, it leaped up and let out a brief hum.
We were excited to have found blackjack chips because that meant we could play blackjack, so we all hurried downstairs to play. When our parents found out, they freaked out. Because you couldn't own blackjack chips, you could only rent them from the company that made them. But they apparently didn't care how long you kept them as long as they weren't being used, but now that we'd touched them we'd have to start paying for them. It wasn't clear how much that cost, but my parents were freaking out.
We realized at that point that the blackjack company already knew we'd touched them, because the first one had sent out a signal, which we figured out meant they were within 500 yards because the dogs that could detect that kind of signal couldn't do so past that range. (Yay, dream logic.)
Everybody was really worried about it, but then we realized that if we canceled our MMORPG subscriptions we could afford to pay the blackjack company for however long it took to get the chips back to them, and then we went to dinner, where there was some confusion over whether Outback Steakhouse served Mexican food or steak.