Unsettling coin dream

I had the oddest, most unsettling dream last night. In it I was in an old house while workers were remodeling. You know how dreams are; I had no business or interest in being in the house, I was just there walking around. In plain view, inside a torn down wall, was a coffee can full of old coins. It was in plain view but the workers weren't the slightest bit interested in it. I picked up the can and proceeded to take it "downtown"--it was a small, Mayberry-like town, nothing like my own. But in the dream it was my hometown. I showed the can to every person that walked by, blurting "Look what I found!" to all, but not one person was the slightest bit interested. The setting quickly shifted to the local coin show I attend in my waking hours, and again, no one was interested in the coins--the can might as well have been full of nails. The can had all kinds of great coins in it, rare and uncirculated treasures that had sat untouched for decades, but everyone just looked at it and shrugged it off in a "Yeah, yeah, go away" kind of way.
It was a very frustrating situation. As happens often in these kinds of dreams for me, the setting deteriorated. A bunch of the dealers and attendees left their tables, walked outside and started playing softball in the parking lot, totally oblivious not only to my coins but their own. A sort of pall descended where coins were totally irrelevant. It wasn't the sort of dream where you wake up sweating and heart pounding, but it was very unsatisfying.
It was a very frustrating situation. As happens often in these kinds of dreams for me, the setting deteriorated. A bunch of the dealers and attendees left their tables, walked outside and started playing softball in the parking lot, totally oblivious not only to my coins but their own. A sort of pall descended where coins were totally irrelevant. It wasn't the sort of dream where you wake up sweating and heart pounding, but it was very unsatisfying.

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I'd tell you more but I really don't care.
<< <i>You fear that your interests are not taken seriously by others whose opinions matter to you.
I'd tell you more but I really don't care. >>
Your concious mind works different than your unconcious mind.
Now, I'm no dreamologist or anything, but I think what your mind is telling you is that the coins that you thought were so great that you have in your coin collection are really dog poop, and when you go to show them around when you get ready to sell, no one is going to show any interest.
Better dump your junk, NOW.
Ray
I knew it would happen.
<< <i>Dreams are a warning many times.
Your concious mind works different than your unconcious mind.
Now, I'm no dreamologist or anything, but I think what your mind is telling you is that the coins that you thought were so great that you have in your coin collection are really dog poop, and when you go to show them around when you get ready to sell, no one is going to show any interest.
Better dump your junk, NOW.
Ray >>
hmmmm, imagine after all coins were no longer used, that all the coins ended up in slabs... that would be odd.
Thanks for sharing,
Ray
You found something that means a lot to you. You found a treasure. What is that saying -- one man's treasure is another man's junk
<< <i> You fear that your interests are not taken seriously by others whose opinions matter to you.
I'd tell you more but I really don't care. >>
That was actually quite funny.
<< <i>I was waiting to hear that despite zero interest in the coins, someone offered you 6 thousand dollars for the can. >>
Now that would be a bad dream. I don't want to dream I'm rich then wake up poor.
You are a Giant among men, those idiots.
I knew it would happen.
What was in the can?
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