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I’m in a casino walking around a back of slot machines. The machines are like the old ones where there are trays that collect coins. I know that there’s a rule that if you find coins in a tray, you’re not supposed to touch them. I think this rule is stupid, finders keepers. As I’m walking by one machine, I notice that there’s a hugely fully tray of coins. I glance and walk around some more noticing a few coins in other machines so I grab them and start making my way back to the full machine. When I get back to it, there’s a guy sitting close, kind of hovering over it. There’s another woman in front of it with her back to it. I excuse myself and tell her I want to play the machine. I have other coins that are silver that I’ve picked up. I sit down at the machine and put a couple in but it seems they’re too large and aren’t working correctly. I go ahead and grab a couple brass coins from the full tray and insert them into the machine. As I’m starting to play, the guy on my right, I can tell, is feeling like he lost his opportunity. There’s a waitress nearby that I’m concerned about seeing me. I’m playing with coins in my jacket pocket and intending to fill my pockets with the brass coins from the machine. The machine itself is acting weird. There’s a light blue screen (of death?). A guy walks up to me on my left. He has long hair and a speech impediment and needs help. He’s telling me what’s going on as a woman walks up and in a haughty way cuts him off and informs that she wants to play the machine. I’m going to respond in a pretty nasty way but I wake up before that happens.

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