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tirsdendreams) wrote2007-08-12 11:49 am
tirsdendreams) wrote2007-08-12 11:49 am
Being obscenely rich
I was a girl either of late teenage years or early twenties. I was in my room with my random dream-created friends of families not quite as rich as mine, but still rich. I called my best friend with my cell phone, a girl who's name I now forget, and I don't remember the conversation... I think we were going to all go pick her up for something though.
The next part I remember is riding shotgun in a car with the friends from my room, and we were talking about some other young guy who had ripped us off for money. After one of the others told snippets of her story, I said he'd scammed me for $750,000. The guy driving, who was a very good friend of mine, totally jaw-dropped. He knew I was rich (parents, specifically, extremely rich) but geez... I said the guy had managed to get me to look into buying three cars with him. I forget what the first one was, the second was a DeLorian that we got all souped up to look like the one from the Back to the Future movies, and the last one was a Dodge Viper. Somehow he'd managed to swindle me for all three cars and my father had sued him, which was on appeal (we'd lost the first time, I guess). And it wasn't like the money loss actually hurt my family, it was more a matter ofpride trying to dole out justice on the jerk who'd scammed me.
We pulled up to a gas station and convenience store near a warehouse, and I don't remember exactly what happened next but it was almost time to go and I realized my buddies had managed to get themselves drunk. I had expected the one guy friend to drive further, but I told him to wait up and I'd drive. I wandered into the warehouse and asked if someone was there (I don't remember the name anymore). The employee I'd asked said he wasn't, but I knew better and said I'd go find him myself. So I walked into the back of the place behind certain stacks of product and found an older asian guy who was my friend, and the person I'd been seeking.
I asked him if he'd gotten "it" and apparently I'd been waiting on something he'd been trying to order for me or find. Yes, he had it, and he gave it to me. I remember the packaging was a box about the size of a PC computer game package (before they changed to the smaller boxes) but I don't remember what was in it now. I was ecstatic in the dream though, and asked him how much I owed him. I think he said $1,000, which I didn't mind paying but I griped at him playfully and said he'd probably gotten it for much less. He did admit in the end it was only like $17.99 and then I think he gave it to me for my birthday (which, dream-logic-magically, was now today).
I then said I'd give him $500 for his best bottle of scotch, a treat for something later (I was thinking of that very good guy friend who at this point was morphing into boyfriend). Asian-guy was looking at me skeptically for a moment and I added, "Not from your stash at home, I mean here." Ah, well that was different. Now I was majorly overpaying, as was my intention... but I knew it'd be good stuff regardless.
I don't remember anymore.
The next part I remember is riding shotgun in a car with the friends from my room, and we were talking about some other young guy who had ripped us off for money. After one of the others told snippets of her story, I said he'd scammed me for $750,000. The guy driving, who was a very good friend of mine, totally jaw-dropped. He knew I was rich (parents, specifically, extremely rich) but geez... I said the guy had managed to get me to look into buying three cars with him. I forget what the first one was, the second was a DeLorian that we got all souped up to look like the one from the Back to the Future movies, and the last one was a Dodge Viper. Somehow he'd managed to swindle me for all three cars and my father had sued him, which was on appeal (we'd lost the first time, I guess). And it wasn't like the money loss actually hurt my family, it was more a matter of
We pulled up to a gas station and convenience store near a warehouse, and I don't remember exactly what happened next but it was almost time to go and I realized my buddies had managed to get themselves drunk. I had expected the one guy friend to drive further, but I told him to wait up and I'd drive. I wandered into the warehouse and asked if someone was there (I don't remember the name anymore). The employee I'd asked said he wasn't, but I knew better and said I'd go find him myself. So I walked into the back of the place behind certain stacks of product and found an older asian guy who was my friend, and the person I'd been seeking.
I asked him if he'd gotten "it" and apparently I'd been waiting on something he'd been trying to order for me or find. Yes, he had it, and he gave it to me. I remember the packaging was a box about the size of a PC computer game package (before they changed to the smaller boxes) but I don't remember what was in it now. I was ecstatic in the dream though, and asked him how much I owed him. I think he said $1,000, which I didn't mind paying but I griped at him playfully and said he'd probably gotten it for much less. He did admit in the end it was only like $17.99 and then I think he gave it to me for my birthday (which, dream-logic-magically, was now today).
I then said I'd give him $500 for his best bottle of scotch, a treat for something later (I was thinking of that very good guy friend who at this point was morphing into boyfriend). Asian-guy was looking at me skeptically for a moment and I added, "Not from your stash at home, I mean here." Ah, well that was different. Now I was majorly overpaying, as was my intention... but I knew it'd be good stuff regardless.
I don't remember anymore.