I dreamed about money and celebrities last night

I dreamed that I found a little, leather pouch that produced a wad of bills adding up to $100 whenever I closed it and then opened it. I think it was called the “victrosur,” or something that sounded very Nordic. It had belonged to my late grandfather, who had included a pronunciation guide with the wallet, as if knowing its name was integral to making it work.

If dreams make references, the wallet was a reference to Sigurd’s magic ring that could make more golden rings and the wallet my brother found once with $20 in it.

I bought my brother Will a motorcycle but he had to promise to not ride it when mom was around. I was also planning on getting away because the police were after me, or at least would soon be once they found out about my magic wallet.

Also, Craig ferguson was there to interview a wealthy sheik who bathed in oil once as a publicity stunt and who was rich enough to have really good burgers flown to him every afternoon. Craig had a big steam-powered car that broke down while I was telling him and Howard Stern about how the English don’t work as hard as Americans and that I thought they were better than us because of it.

I woke up very disappointed that I actually have to work in order to have a hundred bucks appear in my wallet.