So to keep this thing alive, here is my contribution to the dream interpretation thing. Don't be shy in those comments; it makes us feel a little less on the dark side of the moon (I know more than just our family reads this).
So I'm driving and I pull into the drivethru at like a McDonalds or something, weird enough as I never eat that kind of food. I'm wearing a plain red tee shirt, which will become significant later. Like most McDonalds, it has the three windows. I go past the first window to the second one, and there is a tow headed young Dennis the Menace (actually more like Problem Child) type kid with a pronounced lisp working the window.
He says: "Hey mithter, that'll be thirteen fifty." As I look to down the wad of Ugandan shillings in my hand, he says "Hey Mithter, that'll be one thouthand dollarth."
I'm like "no way, you said it was only $13.50. I'm not paying 1000" And he says: "Thirteen fifty for the food, one thouthand for copywrite infringement." I look at him confused and in explanation he points to his shirt, also a plain red tee. Then I woke up.
Best interpretation as judged by our expert panel receives: one genuine bootleg Barack Obama watch, lightly worn.
Pointed shout out to all my psych majors: if that piece of paper on your wall means anything, you should be able to do better than Pat's Country Club College friends.