Dream 1 - Rigged

I had this dream last night.

I was walking around outside at night on a farm. I was near the barn and I heard some noises around the corner. It was my friend, Joel Sytsma, running some sort of cheap carnival game that he made. It was behind a wooden fence, and he wouldn’t show me what it was. Him and his friend were urging me to play, “Come on! It’s just a dollar to play. All you need is three out of five to win sixty bucks!” “What is it?” I inquired. They continued to goad me into p(l)aying, “Just pay and we’ll show you. You’ll want to anyway.” “Then just show me!” I remarked. I hopped over the fence and saw what it was. Under a bright and naked light bulb was a rusting tin can buried almost lid-deep underground. The ground was dry dirt and the lid was still hanging on by a shred. They were tossing silver dollars at it from behind a lack-of-dirt line and laughing. “I thought you were our only hope!” Joel said to one guy, still flipping coins at the can. They were trying to get it in the can, but it was at least 30 feet away, and it would never make it in, certainly not 1 in 60 times. I was glad that I didn’t pay a dollar to try this. And to think that I needed three out of five. That was absurd. I realized after a little how funny it was that they were all silver dollars. I joked and said, “Did you force everyone to pay in silver dollars too?” Nobody thought it was funny. I continued watching the other guy flipping dollar after dollar at the can.