Drifting through life

I was sort of watching TV the other night, (day?) but the program I'd planned on watching wasn't on, because the powers that be had decided to screw around with everyone's planned viewing.  Again. As I sat on the couch idly changing channels, searching for something worth looking at, I heard this >>> "...as you are all aware, one of our deposits has been stolen. A relatively small amount, $68 million dollars." I watched a little more of that movie, but couldn't really get into it, probably because I'd missed the beginning so had no idea of the story line. Something about drug trafficking and money laundering maybe. Big business. Big illegal business. I could have picked it up easily enough by watching more, but I couldn't stop thinking about $68 million dollars being a "relatively small amount".  Heck, if I've got $68 dollars to spare, I feel like I'm doing okay, but $68 million?  ...

I dreamed I was a bag lady. One of the homeless. But I wasn't your regular unwashed, unkempt type, wheeling her possessions around in a stolen supermarket trolley. No No NO, not me. I was clean, groomed, nicely dressed. I wheeled my possessions around in a clean, small, wheelie bin, that had a heavy chain and padlock attached. I'd hang around the really fancy hotels, the ones where rich tourists were known to stay. There'd be a bench seat on the footpath near the main entrance, and this is where I'd chain the wheelie bin. I'd pull out whatever novel I was currently reading and sit on the bench pretending to be waiting for someone. Being clean and well dressed any hotel staff who saw me didn't take much notice. I was never "moved on", like I would have been if I'd hung around dirty and smelly. As the tourists left the hotel, they'd spot the bin and drop in stuff they no longer wanted. Souvenirs they'd bought on impulse, but ...