Short Stories with Tragic Endings

I am in Wildwood NJ and I go into one of the shops. The shop has a bunch of items
that any shop would have, figurines, lanyards, glassware, little trinkets... but they
also have Rosie O'donell T-Shirts. Don't ask me why but I wanted one. I leave the store
without getting anything and later come back hoping they still have them. The layout
of the store is different but the t-shirts are on a rack in the very front. I look at them
but then go on and out a door in the back. I walk out on the beach and it is night-time.
I walk under a huge wooden structure with struts coming down everywhere. A friend
from college is there and we look down and see a huge coin. It is a little smaller than
a man-hole cover. Apparently the coin is worth one dollar. We see two other coins. One
is half the size of the large one and another is about the size of what a real half-dollar
would be. We conclude that they are a half dollar and a quarter dollar. My friend and I
began to decide who gets what and I said I'll take the big one and she can have the
other two. The dream ends.