Dream Journal: ATM

I compared dreams with my friend Jennifer tonight on our way home from the Punahou carnival. She promises she will write her's about puppies. Mine was a little less strange than hers.

I was on the mainland desperately seeking a BOH (Bank of Hawaii) ATM for some cash (unknown reason). I decided to walk into a Kinko's and lo and behold, found the elusive BOH ATM. The only odd thing was it was incorporated into an industrial copy machine. There were at least a hundred different slots that wcould conceivably have a card placed into it. So I spent the next hour trying each slot, some vertical, some horizontal, and could not figure out which one to put my card in. Needless to say there was a long que behind me and many disgruntled customers. It was so odd.