April 7, 2010 dream

I dreamed that my family were all visiting a new store in town run by demons and/or Satan. At this store you could improve any aspect of your life, but you would have to trade for other bad things; the cashier would input your desires, a computer database would return the payment, and you could review them before accepting or rejecting. My father went there and purchased a number of wishes, the biggest and only of which I can remember being to get my sister and her family a new home, as in the dream they were living in a shack. The terms included the fact that one of my parents' cars would be totaled, a recoverable injury resulting in not more than six months' hospital stay, and an uneven amount of money a little less than six dollars. My father accepted. On our way back home, we were riding in our old chevy Blazer with the windows down. It had a molded plastic piece between the front seats where you could set rows of change, presumably for paying tolls. In the dream it had a loose assortment of coins sitting in it. As we were going over a bridge it more or less disintegrated beneath us, and our car began to plummet to the bottom of the canyon below. I remember watching the coins drift lazily out the window before I woke up.