I had a dream two nights ago and the number 514 was prominently there.
It was set in a small grocery shop unfamiliar to me. I grabbed a huge bag of chips and two small bags of vanilla flavored potato strips. Yes, I remember these details vividly.
When I was at the counter, the total cost of the chips was P514. I totaled all the money in my wallet and there were only P512. I turned my bag upside down and found coins from different countries which the person at the register refused to accept. I found a peso coin so I had P513. The person at the register kept on saying I need to pay P514, P514, P514. The rest of my dream had me pulling coins one by one but each of them wasn’t a Philippine coin. It went on and on until I woke up.
I don’t want to think about the hidden meaning of said dream for it might only mean I am in, let’s just say, a steady financial bedlam. Steady because it’s not gonna go away soon nor it’s going to go worse. I’m fine. Anyway, I digress.
The pulling out of the coins was reminiscent of our hilariously spontaneous Bingo night last Friday where CatRas decided that we should play for small change. I didn’t have money in my wallet then, as in zilch, for I was counting on RM to bring me home. I used up all five-peso coins in my bag because I kept on losing, and I decided to stop when I had nothing left but my US quarters and 100 yen coins – my playmates would only accept Philippine peso coins like the cashier in my dream.
As for 514, I don’t know what else to associate it with. May 14? Ah, I’m at a loss. What do you think?