Brutal.
I just had a dream that I won the lottery. $700 million. I gave $10M each to my family and some of my friends. Most of them tried to refuse it but my largesse eventually prevailed.
I quit my job, started working on writing a book, and bought a 5BR townhouse in Greenwich Village.
We decided to maintain our home base in Atlanta, but we immediately finished the basement, put in California closets, and installed a home stereo system that ran throughout the house.
I flew in 3 financial advisors – all friends – to pitch me on their services. I don’t remember the outcome of all that.
The press was all over us. It was crazy. They analyzed every word of Herbietown. “Atheist Wins Lottery!” Stuff like that.
Then I woke up.
What does it mean? I know the lotto is a tax on the mathematically challenged and that daydreaming about being rescued by the lottery is a stupid way to go through life, but this was my subconscious telling me what to do. I had nothing to do with it.
Should I start buying lottery tickets?