I dreamt of two investors who were worth several trillion dollars. A father and son, they looked exactly alike. About thirty years apart, both of them had sunken faces that suggested perpetual worry. Among the largest investors in the world, they were connected to a stock exchange by their own pipeline, which led to their investment room. Each morning they would pile up a large number of thousand-dollar bills in front of the pipe. Very smooth and shiny, it was the diameter of a basketball ball. They would press a button and powerful fans would suck the money away. Having thus invested up to a billion dollars, they would wait. Their faces sweating, they would stare in front of themselves without a word. And then the fans would kick in once again and thousand-dollar bills would start flying into their investment room from the pipe. The bills were everywhere. They would collect them in a hurry, their faces reflecting the return. A tenfold return was what they expected on a normal day and anything over it would make their faces shine. Counting and recounting the bills was what they did the rest of the day. When I woke up, it was morning already. My dream was so vivid that it reminded me of a movie. A Walt Disney movie, in fact. The investors made me smile.