The fisherman was a gabby, egotistical Opie Dilldock sort of an old chap, who took particular delight in boring his acquaintances with his tales of valor. But all he had to show for his greatness was a shabby suit and a long beard. On his way to the pier, he boasted of the fish he would bring back. On the pier he fell asleep and dreamed a dream full of wonderful happenings. In his subconscious state he got a bit and landed a coffee pot wadded with money. Then things began to happen. He hurried uptown and bought a loud suit and high hat from a second-hand dealer, flooring the son of Israel with an over-dose of pay. Moved by a spirit of philanthropy, he rode down the street on a mule, led by a policeman, followed by another officer, bearing a sign inscribed “ The Money King.” He purchased the entire stock of a flock of newsboys and stuffed the hat of a blind man with money, causing instantaneous recovery of sight. He bought out a candy store to satisfy the longing of a couple of sweet-toothed urchins. He settled an argument between two gamblers by destroying the money they were quarreling over and replacing it by a large amount of his own. Feeling paternal, he took a pair of infant twins for an outing. Attracted by the sylph-like form of a lady in the park, he flirted and was encouraged. But the fisherman fled in alarm. Then began a fast roaring finish. In his flight he knocked over a couple of drunkards and rushed into a group of disabled people in front of a sanatorium, producing a cyclonic mix-up from which he emerged on crutches. The final action is back on the pier. A couple of boys in a boat discovered the sleeping fisherman and tied his line to their skiff. The fisherman was pulled into the river, where he awoke and scrambled back to the pier. He had been thrust out of a dream world of money, into a real world of dampness.