Dreaming of coins.Pt.II (update).

wingedliberty

Several months ago I posted a thread asking for feedback from forum members on if they dream about
coins and if so, what is some of the subject matter and context? The responses I got were fascinating.
About 50% said they had and the types of dreams were very interesting. As we are in the holiday
season now, I thought that I would continue the research and ask for further feedback , as I share some of my latest ones with you.

1. This one is a recurring dream-, I am at a coin show with unlimited resources and having the time of
my life finding monster toned coins at bargain prices, cherrypicking 1829 curl base -2- bust dimes and
45 Mercs with split bands. Waking up from this one is always dissapointing when reality hits.

2. This is a recent one-. I am at a friend's coin shop and he gets a phone call from his wife ,asking him
to pick up the kids from school. My trusted friend asks me to watch the coin shop for an hour until he
gets back and declares that we will split the spoils for my troubles. A customer walks in with a whizzed
1881S Morgan that is ACG-MS67. The coin is a cleaned AU at best. I offer him $10, and the veins on his
forehead suddenly increase 200% in size. He yells out "But I paid $65.00 on Ebay and the price guide
says $200.00 on line, You're a crook!!!!!!!!!!!", He spills his Pepsi on the supply counter, My Coin World
is now soaked as he storms out. I wake up in a cold sweat. (This would be more of a nightmare)


3. Another recurring dream for me is when I go to the post office, come back with my returned submission package, open it up and the grades are two points higher or so than what I thought they
would be. This is also dissapointing when I wake up.



4. The most recent one is a dream where I am on the couch watching TV and channel surfing, I come
accross Coin Vault as they are selling a 2002 Silver Eagle -NGC-MS69 for $99.95( You can pick these up
($15-$30). The moderator is in his usual high pitched yelping mode, sounding like a used car salesman,
As he starts to tout the low pops on a 69 and how it is almost immpossible to get a 69, the young lady
who is by his side holding the coin, all of a sudden slaps him hard accross the face. A prompt comes
up on my TV screen that says, "We are experiencing technical difficulties at this time, however our
operators are standing by to fullfill your orders"



Brian.

coppercoins

umm...have you ever considered getting professional help? Sounds certifiable to me.

wingedliberty

Certified or certifiable?



Brian.

Bulldog

Accu-Crap MS 70

KlectorKid

I had a dream that i bought 2 rolls of morgans and they turned out to be double eagles.

I also had a dream i bought a huge coin store that was 2 stories tall, and i got it all for 10 easy payments of 20 dollars. I had a whole pile of 20 cent peices.

and then my latest dream i paid for a a meal with 37 gold dollars. I woke up and had to look to make sure my non-existant 37 gold coins were still there.

wingedliberty

KlectorKid:
Totally radical!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Brian.

coppercoins

I had a dream that my wife and I went to a rocky beach and were wading around in the water, when I found a gold doubloon. Nearby was another, so I picked it up and stuck it in my pocket with the first one. Another showed itself near a rock underwater and I picked it up too. Soon enough I found myself wading around in knee to waist deep water picking doubloons up like pennies in a convenience store parking lot. My pockets were teeming over full of doubloons.

After about an hour, I had to find a sack to put them in, because they were pulling my trunks down. I kept looking and almost filled the bag. After about four hours of looking and picking them up, my wife came out from around a big rock and said, "you're taking up the whole day, aren't you finished yet?" I turn to look at her and all of a sudden I'm in a coin show with my satchel in my hand standing there soaking wet in my swimming trunks, my wife and son complaining that they want to leave and eat dinner.

I walk around the show for a couple of minutes, bare feet, soaking wet, and it's like nobody notices what I'm dressed in, while the whole room full of people have dark clothes, pants, and coats - it must be the middle of winter.

I go to one dealer's table and see a doubloon just like the ones I had been picking up, and ask the dealer if I can see it. He hands it to me, and a stare deep into the shimmering gold - I look up, and there's my wife again, at the beach, asking me if I'm ready to go, and I'm holding my sack of doubloons standing in the water.

I wake up.

I never know whether I'm supposed to be dreaming about the doubloons or the coin show, but it's fun switching places in a dream. Oddly enough, my wife's attitude is the same through the whole thing - if it's about coins, she doesn't want o have any part of it, even if I'm picking up 100 pounds of gold off a beach...odd character, she is.

wingedliberty

Were they Brasher doubloons?


Brian

coppercoins

No clue. As I remember them, they had columns, something like pieces of eight, were about silver dollar in size, and really old. I couldn't read the words on them, probably all that abbreviated stuff they used to put on coins, "ET IMP ROI XXVII," that sort of stuff. I'm not a gold person, and rarely have any interest in looking at it, so the design is probably more or less something I made up in my dream.

wingedliberty

I love pillar dollars.


Brian.

coppercoins

Another one I've had:

I'm out at an old amusement park, long since removed. It just looks like a field now, sits on a river bank, and is nearly unknown today. I talked to elders and did my homewkr, so I know exactly where to go. I take my trusty detector, get in a canoe, and head downstream. The only way to get there is by river, the roads were gravel and have since been plowed under for agriculture.

I arrive at the proper place, row up to the bank, and get out. The grass is quite tall, a detriment, but I keep my wits about me and crank up the old detector.

Just a couple of minutes in, whammo! I hit something pretty big. I start digging, and up pops a silver dollar. Cool...I've really found the spot. I stick the dollar in my bag, carefully so as not to scratch it up too bad with the dirt that's encrusted onto it, and keep on. Just a couple of minutes later, I hit again. An indian head cent....nice!

I look up and out over the field and notice a tree that's got to be older then the park was. It's girth at the trunk is over 15 feet, a knotted old red oak. Curiously, I head to it and start hunting. BAM! BIG hit. Lots of metal. What the heck could it be? I start digging, rather careful of the ancient root system of the tree. A dime, or at least it seems to be a dime. I stick it in the bag, but before I can release hold on that one, another appears in the ground. I reach down and pick it up, and see another...and another. Soon enough, I'm digging (carefully) into the ground, excavating the root system of that old tree just like an archaeologist.

After about three hours of digging, dark starts to settle in. I now have dug nearly a 10 foot crater gnarled and entangled with oak roots, and am getting quite tired. I find a dirt patch and decide to count the spoils. I pour my bag of coins out on the ground - cool! 5 silver dollars, a handful of halves, about a roll of quarters, dimes galore, a few nickels, half dimes, and three cent pieces, a couple of two centers, and more indians than I care to try counting....but I know I'm not finished, just as it was getting dark, I noticed more and more coins in the hole.

Sunlight comes early, and I awake having slept on the dirt patch in the middle of the tall grass near the big oak tree. I get back to work, excited that I now have the help of the sun to illuminate my search. As soon as I get to the hole, it looks like a sunken treasure - coins everywhere! It seems like the more I dig, the more there are. I get straight to work.

Hours into the venture I notice that I'm digging up quite a lode of metal. How am I going to get all of this back to the car, and how am I going to get it home if I get it there? The car is not going to hold all of this (the petty things you think about when you're dreaming amaze me), so I'll have to get a truck or something to carry it all in.

I finish digging what I can find out of the hole, the tree roots are now a maze I could walk under. The hole is at least 25 feet around and 15 feet deep (yeah, unrealistic that one person could dig this much), and I have thousands upon thousands of coins of every denomination, even a couple of gold coins. There is some jewelry mixed in too. I get all of it loaded into the canoe (literally pouring coins into the boat bare because I don't have enough sacks for it all), and shove off.

The canoe almost immediately tips, all of the coins take a bath. I don't have the proper equipment to pull them out of the river, so I tip the canoe back over, get in, and paddle back to the car to go get more stuff to excavate the coins once more.

I come back with a wet suit, odd thing to think of, and a tank. (even though the river is only chest deep). Anyhow, I dive down, looking through the murkey water, and see nothing. I reach down to the sandy bottom, still nothing. I go down stream, still nothing. Very odd, I just had thousands of coins, and now they are gone?

I needed a break from the diving, so I went back to the tree to start filling in the hole. ?? The hole had never been dug, I awake.

wingedliberty

WOW!!!!



Brian.

coppercoins

Any chance stories like these could make for a good numismatic "dream book"? Just a thought.

Any number of these could be expanded into a full short story, fill in the details and edit it. Heck, from the stories I could come up withalone, I know there are at least a hundred pages of text.

wingedliberty

I think we are in the process of working on one here.



Brian.

wingedliberty

Maybe we can get a dream psychologist to comment on it.



Brian.

wingedliberty

More feedback sought.


Brian.