I am standing at the foot of a bed of some
matriarch. She is some kind of
Victoria-like queen to some
laughably minor but lavish and
historic empire or
principality. To aid me she presents me with a
6 zillion zorint bank-note. Next scene: I am in the office of a
dull bureaucrat, negotiating my note into
regular money.
Another dream: There is a huge tree full of huge, hanging alligators. They are snapping at each other a little but most of all they are trying to ascend into the upper reaches grabbing pieces of rope in their jaws to pull themselves up with pulleys. The absurdity of this scenario strikes me.