I was at one of those car toll areas, and a little car barrier that goes up and down. The first person paid for you paid in front of me, and I didn’t wait; I went through also. So instead of letting me go, they said, "Hey, you gotta come pay your $4.80." So I jumped around the back of the building and got out, and went to go pay. They said, "You can’t park in the middle of the road; you gotta pull over." So I pulled over to the side a bit more and then paid. My door was still open because I ran out and paid the money, but I gave them Monopoly money. That’s right, it was colorful money, but they couldn’t give me any change when I gave them a five-dollar Monopoly bill. That was it.

This dream may symbolize a sense of trying to avoid responsibility or consequences. The toll area represents a point of obligation or payment, and by trying to sneak through without paying, you're attempting to bypass this responsibility. However, you're caught and forced to confront the situation.

The act of jumping around the back of the building and trying to pay with Monopoly money suggests a desire to escape or cheat the system. The use of Monopoly money, which is worthless in the real world, may indicate a lack of genuine commitment or resources to meet your obligations.

The dream could be a reflection of a waking situation where you're trying to avoid paying a price or facing consequences for your actions. The message may be that you need to take responsibility and face the music, rather than trying to find ways to cheat or escape. The fact that you're forced to pull over and pay, but still try to use worthless currency, suggests a need to re-evaluate your approach and find a more authentic and responsible way to navigate challenges.

I pulled up to the toll booth, my tires crunching on the gravel as I waited for the car in front of me to pay. The sun beat down on my windshield, casting a warm glow over the entire scene. As the bar lifted for the car ahead, I didn't hesitate - I gunned it and slipped through the opening, hoping to sneak by without paying. But my plan was quickly foiled as a gruff voice called out from the booth, "Hey, you! You've got to come pay your $4.80!"

I knew I'd been caught, so I quickly jumped out of my car and made a dash for the back of the building. I sprinted around the corner, my feet pounding the pavement as I tried to escape the notice of the toll attendant. But I knew I couldn't outrun my debt, so I slowed to a stop and turned back to face the music.

As I approached the booth, the attendant yelled out again, "You can't park in the middle of the road! You've got to pull over!" I glanced back at my car, which was still sitting in the lane, and hastily pulled it over to the side of the road. I left the door open, not bothering to close it as I rushed to pay my toll.

I rummaged through my pocket and pulled out a handful of colorful bills - Monopoly money, to be exact. I had no idea why I had it, but it seemed like the perfect solution to my problem. I handed the attendant a bright green $5 bill, expecting him to take it and give me change. But instead, he looked at me like I was crazy.

"I'm sorry, buddy," he said, shaking his head. "We don't accept Monopoly money here. You're going to have to pay with real cash." I was taken aback - I had no idea that my fake money wouldn't be accepted. I stood there, feeling foolish, as the attendant waited for me to come up with the correct payment. I was stuck, and I had no idea how I was going to get out of this predicament. The attendant's expression was stern, and I knew I had to think fast if I wanted to avoid any more trouble.