A dream of... $100 bills?

 Had an interesting dream this morning. I don't say “last night,” because even though it happened before I woke it, it must have been just before, or I wouldn't have remembered it. 

 I was helping a high school teacher unload his car. The trunk opened by swinging upwards, I think it was a hatchback. There was a half a wax figure, life size, in there. Extremely realistic. I thought, in the dream, it was a man turned to wax. When I looked at the figure, sort of a waist-up bust, I saw two other things at the same time. The first was the hands of Han Solo, frozen in Carbonite. The second was the figure in Honeywax,by Kiki Smith. I might point out that I saw these two things simultaneously whenever I looked at the wax figure, not that the figure actually looked like either of them – I could see it too, it was a calm pose of some historically important middle-aged guy – but my eyes and brain captured all three images (and feelings) at once. 
 There were three of us, the professor and some other guy helping me. As we unloaded the sculpture, I noticed a hundred dollar bill and a few pennies on the carpet of the trunk. Of course my natural inclination was to try and pocket the money, but I knew they'd seen it to. I just looked at it. And I realized the penny didn't have Lincoln on it, or the memorial. In fact, it read “1789.” It was marked with a harp, like the Irish coin, although I'm certain it was supposed to be colonial/continental American. 
 I picked up the hundred dollar bill, immediately realizing it was strange also. It was the same paper-cloth we use, but smaller, the wrong shape, and had none of the same markings. That is, excepting the value. It was also wet. I found this extremely strange, since this would certainly have value rather above the face to a collector.
 I'm not quite sure about the conversation which followed, but I know that I concluded this teacher was, in fact, Benjamin Franklin. It also occurred to me that he, being Franklin and still alive, might well have been a good deal older than he was supposed to be. Fantasy, I know, but it is a dream afterall. The other student had left, with the bust I think. I never said “you're Benjamin Franklin!” or anything like it, I just realized it and he knew I had guessed it.
  We talked for a while about history. Well, mostly I asked him stuff. I asked him what he thought about the American failure to honor our alliance with Revolutionary France. You know, that treaty he negotiated. The one that is historically credited with winning our Revolutionary War. He answered, “We backed the right horse.”