I had a tennis themed dream this week…
It was about a match with a player I knew I could beat so I bet $200 with an old rival from over a decade ago, that I would win this match.
As expected I won this match and the rival – we had a betting slip – tried to pay me $2 instead of $200. He apparently doctored the slip with a phony decimal point. I explained the mistake on his part and he agreed to pay me the $200. So we had to go to Bank of America to get the $200.
The dream was quite longer than this summary, or seemed to be, skipping the actual drive to the bank.
