I have a recurring dream. I'm in the driveway of my childhood home. As I walk up the asphalt pavement, I notice a dime on the ground. I lean over to pick it up only to see a quarter near it, then a nickel, then another dime, and so on. I spend uncountable time on my hands and knees filling up my pockets with seemingly infinite amounts of change. This dream fills me with joy. I've had experiences while dreaming when I think "oh! It's the driveway coins dream! I love this one!" and it's almost like I get to sit back and watch the dream.