Shoveling Change

I had the weirdest dream last night... along with some crazy ones I can't quite remember, I dreamt that was walking to the coke machine very late at night. I kept looking over my shoulder (which I do anyway) but for some reason, I was extremely creeped out. When I got to the machine, I put my money in and pushed the wrong button (I wanted coke but pushed Diet Dr. Pepper) and then quickly pushed the right button. The can came out and I had not pushed the correct button in time because it was Diet Dr. Pepper; however; another came tumbling out, and another, and yet another. When I had retrieved all 3, money started pouring out of the machine as well. At this point, I had a decision to make because I had no where to put all the change. I came up with an idea that would require some less than "safe" tactics; I could only haul them in my shirt, except that it would require a large part of my belly to show the entire way back to the house. At this creepy point in time, it didn't seem smart but at the same time, I couldn't leave all that change! So, I started shoveling the change into my shirt and ran for the house. And happily ever after, I made it alive and that much richer.

I looked for it this morning... nothin'.