I'm in the lobby of a bank with two young guys as impulsive as kids. The bank's closed; after hours. From the lobby, huge locked twin doors lead to a long corridor and a second set of double doors, then the staff area and the vault.

They set up their... experiment. I just watch. Erect a launcher cradling a home-made rocket, aim it right at the crack of the outer doors, and step back to trigger it.

ROAR! The rocket blasts right through the first doors, and its payload-bomb cracks the inner doors. We sprint into the bank...

A bare room! Whaaat? There are a couple of suspicious floor-bulges in corners. I whack the nearest, biggest bulge with my ball-peen hammer. Yep. A plywood disk under the rug! (Have I joined them then, in what's clearly a robbery? Yes. This bank's up to something! The empty room proves they're not serving customers. Where's their money REALLY coming from?)

Pry up the disk--slowly. Wish I had a claw hammer! A second panel beneath--nailed down. Knock it loose. A third. Wow, they're really hiding this. A fourth. Fifth! Smaller and smaller...

Below #6, a well full of... egg flats, holding 20 each. Big eggs. GOLDEN eggs. As I suspected. This bank has imprisoned a magic goose somewhere. They're sentient. That's criminal. Slavery!

The cops meet us at the door. I don't fight them, though one boy does. I wasn't part of the plan, just a passer-by, and besides, I see no need to run. That's just these boys' impulsiveness again. They didn't plan, so we won't get the gold--but the bank won't dare press charges, either. They can't afford to.

Not when golden goose eggs'd be Exhibit A.

Still, though I won't see jail time, it's frustrating. All this for nothing! For lack of a little planning.

NOTES IN THE MORNING

• Break double doors: on Dr Who, he and his friend Donna kick through the twin doors of an evacuated planetary library, fleeing shadowy beings
• Golden eggs: TV movie last month showed Jack climbing the beanstalk to steal a talking harp and goose. Corporation imprisons the goose, exploits her golden eggs. Jack's heir eventually must free the goose from his own managerial company!
• Grid/array of treasures: Saw Jenny Badger Sultan's dream-art today. She's experimenting with compound/composite paintings showing multiple dreams in a pattern, not just images from a single one. Not just esthetic--she's looking for a way to see long-term dream patterns & advice.
• Bank: dream's not about art or dreams but money. Patterns of money.
• Slave-exploiters can't accuse us thieves: I'm reading Gore Vidal's Lincoln. He blames Abe for imperializing the Presidency; but the other politicians of the time come off much worse. From merely incompetent (most of his generals) and power-hungry (most of his cabinet) to corrupt (much of his civil service) and outright traitorous (the Confederates, who after all assassinated Lincoln after surrendering on the battlefield. Southern honor? Oh please.) Lincoln was a sneaky bastard, but didn't he need to be? Juggling weasels. The book convinced me current corruption is nothing next to historical corruption. Capitalism's always been dirty--exploiting geese, workers, wives, slaves...
• Wrong tool: I tried to clear old paint off a sill with a screwdriver not a scraper. Stupid: I had a scraper down the hall!
• ACTION: Don't be like those kids! Prepare, PLAN! Use the right tools to pry golden nest-eggs out of capitalism.

This was just one of a slew of dreams during this period advising me to forget get-rich-quick schemes and research long-term ethical investing. Take my time, do my homework, get rich slow.

I did.

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