We had big piles of cash for some reason. We wanted to show it to Jackie, have her feel 3,000 dollars in her hands. I tried to count up the necessary hundreds and twenties. I had the kind difficulty you often have in dreams—losing count, dropping bills, starting over again. The apartment door was open. We lived on street level, on a corner. I was afraid the money would blow out the door, or that someone would see it and come take it.