Let’s talk about dreams

Everyone knows what dreams are but, just for fun, here’s a definition from Dictionary.com:


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1.a succession of images, thoughts, or emotions passing through the mind during sleep.

2.the sleeping state in which this occurs.

3.an object seen in a dream.

4.an involuntary vision occurring to a person when awake.

5.a vision voluntarily indulged in while awake; daydream; reverie.

6.an aspiration; goal; aim:

A trip to Europe is his dream.

7.a wild or vain fancy.

verb (used without object), dreamed or dreamt, dreaming.

9.to have a dream.

10.to indulge in daydreams or reveries:

He dreamed about vacation plans when he should have been working.

11.to think or conceive of something in a very remote way (usually followed by of):

I wouldn’t dream of asking them.
verb (used with object), dreamed or dreamt, dreaming.
12.to see or imagine in sleep or in a vision.

13.to imagine as if in a dream; fancy; suppose.

14.to pass or spend (time) in dreaming (often followed by away):

to dream away the afternoon.
15.most desirable; ideal:

a dream vacation.

My dreams are mainly about poker games or a poker room or casino or people I know from the poker world or being unable to be where I’m supposed to be due to needing a uniform shirt, slacks, tie, name tag, or any other thing that keeps me from making it to the dealer’s box.

How possible?

Hell if I know. On the 27th of June I believe it’s been eight years since I left the dealer’s box. I have had dreams off and on about poker/people/places since I started dealing some 35 years ago. But the last year it’s like a poker-related-nightmare buffet.

In almost all of them, I’m somehow connected to Bellagio, the Mirage isn’t part of it…perhaps I shouldn’t mention that because now I may start dreaming about the Mirage days.

After I told my sis about this one, she almost died laughing and then asked me if I was thinking about food. My son Dan thought it was hysterical. I thought it was ridiculous and had no idea why it would ever play out as it did.

I’m not even sure I could say this took place in a poker room but poker was being played at at least two tables because I had to deal them both – yet everything else was dimmed out.

The first table was a no-limit game with 2-3 regulars at the table (nope, don’t even know who they were, just that they were there every day) and four or so that were completely new to the game. They were in the 4-8 seats, directly across from me.

The were being stroked and plied with physical stimulation by women that were with them. A few had a woman on his lap (yes, they were all males) and they had giant plates of food in front of them, mixed with stacks of chips.

The whole idiotic insanity of the game was that when they went all-in, they pushed in all of their food. It had to be counted down. It’s OK if you want to die laughing over this but in my dream it was quite stressful. They were joking and laughing and I had to count down each grape that was in a bunch, and each strawberry, including any other food and their chips. It had to be sorted out and matched and the correct amount of food and chips pushed to the winner. There wasn’t any cash on the table. Go figure!

I lost count on the grapes and had to start over, the new players were laughing and joking, telling me to make sure I got the amounts right. The regulars’ faces were filled with storm clouds and they were glaring at me.

As dreams go, I somehow got magicked out of the game and was standing behind the next dealer in a $4-$8 holdem game. Penny (a Bellagio dealer) was in the 10S. The dealer was a wimpy little creep that never ran a game like he should (swear to heaven I’m sure I know him in real life but can’t put a finger on who he is.

He couldn’t leave the dealer’s box until he finished making sandwiches for the players. He had a drawer pulled out that was concealed underneath his chip bank and everything needed was in there. He finally finished up and pushed back.

I saw down. One of the players said he hadn’t gotten a sandwich. I looked at Penny, she said that was part of the job now. I pulled open the drawer and all the lettuce, bread, meat filler, was almost completely depleted. I asked her how I got more food for the tray. She said I had to call for a fill.

I did a, “You’re joking?” thing and she said “No, call for a SR5322” and they’ll bring a food tray to fill yours. *I do not remember the exact numbers for the food fill so those are made up*

I hadn’t dealt a hand yet and I remember checking my pocket. No tokes. I was shaking my head, wondering how in the hell I would ever make it through a shift where no one tipped and you had to be more concerned about food than the game of poker.

I have more insaniac dreams to add to the list. Hopefully it won’t take me a month to get back.

3 thoughts on “Let’s talk about dreams”

    1. Yes. Come to think of it, she had to be one of them but as dreams go I’m just not sure which one. LMAO!

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