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| Friday, December 9, 2005 02:53 PM |
| Dream Interp, #574 |
 by Fëanor |
The dream I was having while poppy was being whipped by Elton John was far more pleasant. I was in some kind of school/resort, and this well-dressed man approached me and offered to buy some patent rights off of me. I protested that I didn't own any such rights, but he insisted that I did, and when I thought back, I realized that I had signed a paper at some point saying something or other about such a thing. Negotiations commenced, and were for some reason conducted by me writing numbers on a piece of paper, and him crossing them out, all while I was on a toilet in the middle of the room. The man was very open about how valuable the patent rights were to him, and how their revenue potential was practically limitless, so I started high at 500 million. He scratched that out, so I went down. Unfortunately, I was so embarrassed to be asking for such ridiculous amounts of money, that I dropped down too quickly, and he ended up accepting my offer of 5 million. He and his wife were very pleased. Later, when I was doing something else (hopefully washing my hands), I considered with no small amount of awe and happiness that I was now a millionaire, and poppy and I were pretty much set for life.
Needless to say, I was pissed when I woke up and realized this wasn't true. |
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