Do you ever dream of gambling?

Do you ever dream you are gambling, and if so what are you playing?

After several hours at the PGP table I will dream about setting hands. I'm neither winning or loosing in my dreams, just setting cards.

Happened. Mostly poker and blackjack, and the times I remember were about winning.

One memorable time was when I realized the poker wins were too good to be true and I was dreaming, but had a strange conviction that since the chips and the money felt so real, there had to be a way to bring them back with me. I even managed to remember that the last time I tried to just cling to them it didn't work and started concocting schemes. It ended up with me putting it all into an account in a bank that conveniently turned out to be right nearby and repeating the details till I woke up.

Took a few minutes after that to shake off the back thought that I should check on my success.

Quote: clarkacal

Do you ever dream you are gambling, and if so what are you playing?

I wrote here last week about dreaming of being a dealer allowed to take a break and learn from a sharp in the sports book.

I dreamt last week that the wife and I were buying and selling Monkey eggs. I think that is quite a gamble.

Kind of. Or more accurately, I dream that I am in Vegas looking for a BJ game. To the best of my recollection, I cannot say that I actually remember gambling in my dreams...they more frequently revolve around looking for a particular casino, where there's a juicy BJ game. Have had this dream more than once. Maybe I should find another hobby...

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...I dream that I am in Vegas looking for a BJ game....Have had this dream more than once.

I sometimes dream about looking for a BJ too. You're not alone.

almost every night i have a dream that involves gambling....kinda weird

usually craps, sometimes blackjack.

For a while, I dealt that I was dealing - AND my players had almost lizard-type second arms that were trying to pluck chips out of the rack.
...some were getting away with stolen chips, and I couldn't stop them, just couldn't stop them....felt totally helpless.
The rack was getting emptier and emptier, floor supervisors were bird-dogging the game I was on, nothing I could do to control the game.....

The ONLY time I ever took my dealing job home, - and to frigging bed, no less.

I'd be slapping their stealing hands away from the rack in my sleep, waking up my wife....

At the time, the casino I was working at was taking some losses, surveillance was writing dealers up for anything, floormen were scared, Vegas was in a bad recession, and my EZ Pai Gow game was just coming out, - and I was sweating its launch. Nutty stress.

I dreamt a while back that I was outside the local casino & found a guy's wallet with $500 in it. Went inside, bet the whole thing on one hand of Black Jack and got an AJ. Cashed out immediately, pocketed the $750 winnings and put the original $500 back. Then I went to guest services & had him paged. I returned the wallet to him & he was so happy he offered $100 to me.

That's when my morals kicked in & I refused it. Then I had to turn down his offer of dinner on him. Finally I agreed to just let him buy me a beer. He left & I sat there staring at my beer, ridden with guilt.

Not sure what I ate the before bed the night I had that dream . . . .