The Man With the Money

Way back when I was in the fifth grade, the 1968-1969 timeframe, I had a dream one night that I remember well to this very day.  There are a few others from my childhood that I could reminisce about, but this particular one seems to stand out from the rest, and also seems to have a relevance to our current events that no other dream from that time period has.  It might have inspired an episode for the Twilight Zone, or a short story, but it did neither of those.  As that I have been thinking on and off about that dream a lot lately, it is inspiring a blog post.  I'm even going to give this dream a title.  The title of this dream is "The Man With the Money".

In this dream, The Man With the Money came to our fifth grade class.  He was wearing a short sleeve blue shirt, red bow tie, white pants, a straw hat, and he wore a smile that would have caused the CrackerJack Man some intense jealousy.  He was in his mid 50s or something like that, cleanshaven, white/gray short hair, with radiant blue eyes to match his smile.  The Man With the Money didn't tell us his name.  We never knew what it was nor did any of us ask.  It didn't seem to matter.  He was The Man With the Money.  The Man With the Money seemed to have an unlimited supply of money, and he was giving it to us.

The Man With the Money gave me a fifty dollar bill.  He also gave me a few twenties, tens, fives, and ones.  He handed me a half dollar, which was also neat because when I was a kid you just couldn't get a Kennedy half dollar.  The Man With the Money not only gave me a shiny new half dollar with Kennedy on, he also gave me some quarters and some other change.

The Man With the Money also gave away money to the other kids.  He had a lot of it.  It seemed that once you got done looking at the money that he gave you, that you could go back to him and he would give you even more money.  It wasn't like anything I had ever seen before.  The Man With the Money had this endless supply of the dough and he was willing to give it away!  And more importantly, he wasn't going to run out of it either. 

Needless to say, The Man With the Money was very popular with us.  We loved him.  We were glad that he came to us!  I mean, this guy was better than Santa Claus.  Forget about the toys or our other wants.  Forget about what we needed.  The Man With the Money was visiting our school, and he was going to make sure that we had all the money that we wanted!

As what happens with all dreams of this nature, it came to an abrupt end.  I found myself in my bed.  I was so sure that I had some money that I looked under the covers for it.  I asked, "where did my money go?"  It was gone!  It had disappeared!

I remember feeling cheated.  I had had, in my possession, a whole lot of money that had been freely given to me, and all of a sudden, it was gone.

OK.  So why did I post this?  Where am I going with this?

Stay tuned.