I had a dream that very accurately sums up my spending habits.
I went to the store in the gas station, the one that sells things I can get for less at many other places in my neighborhood. I looked in the glass display, and I see an NES. With little hesitation, I decide to buy it. The cashier took my debit card and left it in the metal thing with the glass on top that you slide money through, while she explained that it can play SNES games. She put an SNES cartridge in some sort of compartment in the back and it actually worked. I then asked for and bought the Super Nintendo game, Zombies Ate My Neighbors.
Oh, did I mention I have access to both of those games free on my computer?
My card still hadn't been touched, by the way, until after she bagged my stuff. Then the cashier did her thing and gave me my card. No receipt, no screen showing me the total amount, nothing. Yet, I just went home like it was nothing.
A little off topic, but this is funny. I turn on the game, and the ZAMN main menu comes up, as usual. Next thing I know, these little monster things (I don't remember what they looked like) started rising onto the screen smiling at me. The screen goes dark, ala a wild Pokemon encounter, complete with the music. Next thing I know, one of those Pokemon battle scenes from the very first two Gameboy games shows up on my TV. In this case, Parasect (mine) vs. a Pokemon I don't remember.
I thought this was awesome. I figured that my new NES was an all-in-one emulator that would allow me to play games on my TV, which was apparently more appealing to my dream form than on my computer, despite having a smaller screen.
I ended up back in the gas station to ask more games. Instead, I picked up a cream-filled coffee cake, which I don't even like. Two cashiers are open, yet I'm looking at the one with a customer. One cashier calls me over, and I give the cake to the cashier. I get charged $1.33 for that one piece of cake that's probably worth about 50 cents. Me being me, I just pay without a sound. I got a receipt, and I see they charged me for two candles.
In my mind, I'm saying "Whaaa...?" But, again, I just left without a sound.
I don't even remember why I went there to begin with. The crazy thing is, I would do every single thing my dream form did in that situation -- at least when in the mood I've been in lately. The lesson learned is how much my fear of confrontation costs me, and how reckless I can be when it comes to money. At least I'm getting better at the money part.