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Not much dreaming of gambling, although, usually when I do repetitive hours of something it is more likely ending up in a dream. For instance when I worked a hamburger joint in college I sometimes dreamt of flipping burgers. And dreaming of working sucks double. It's like, not even a break.
Beware of dealers who daydream on the job...
I'm not so much of a crack pot that I believe I can make things happen by dreaming about them, or forcing them to happen with my mind. The way I see it, it costs me nothing to have these positive mental exercises. I have no clue if they really work or not, but they certainly can't hurt. I know some people are fanatical believers in the power they hold. I am not part of that group.
So you may be asking, how does someone who seems to have an otherwise sound mind get sucked into this ether world? It started a few years ago, way before I started any of this sort of thinking.
I had an upcoming trip to Tunica and one night had a very vivid dream about playing craps. This was not an induced dream. I had never really dreamt about gambling before. In the dream, I had $10 on the fire bet (I play the fire bet about 50% of the time, but usually for $5 or less). I went on a big roll and got to the point where I need a 4 or 10 as my 5th point. With my rack full from the other points, and $250 coming for the fire bet, I Bought the 4 for $250, active on the Come out, and I roll a 4. I make the 4 for the 5th point. Now I need the 10 point for the Fire Bet. With a full rack and lots of money already on the layout, I bought the 10 for $500, active on the come out roll. I roll a 10 to set the 6th point. Since I already have a $1250 win locked in, I leave the $500 Buy bet on the 10, throw $200 on the Hard Ten, and of course, I rolled 5-5. HUGE PAYDAY. That was when I woke up. I remembered the dream, but thought nothing more of it. We left on the trip to Tunica a few days later.
I am playing craps late one night, with my buddy, and I start rolling points. Pretty soon I have 4 numbers down, only the 4 and 10 left to get. Finally I manage to set the 4 for the point, and make it. FIVE POINTS, I need the 10. HOLY SHIT! It hits me. This is my dream! Uh, not quite. I AM NOT on the fire bet for $10, or even $5. I am not on the fire bet at all! And I have been making points, but I have not been betting heavy, so I don't have $500 to throw on the Buy 10. So I Buy the 10 for $100, active on the Come out, but I am feeling sick to my stomach. What if I roll a 10, and set the point? What if I make the 10? I will have just missed out on a $12,000 payday by the time you factor in the Buy 10 from my dream and the $200 hardway. etc. I ended up not making the 10, BUT that roll was damn near exactly what my dream had been 4 days before we left to go on that trip!
Who knows, if I had $5 or $10 on the Fire bet, would I have ended up making that 10 point instead? I remember almost thinking I did NOT want to make that point and have to deal with the disappointment I would surely go through.
I used to have this reoccurring dream that this little downtown mall in my small city I grew up in had a casino. Did a lot of dreamy gambling there. Maybe someday that mall will have some form of gambling/maybe I should try to open a little slot parlor there someday.
Last night I was playing Craps in my sleep, and as is typical with my dreams, things were a little weird. I don't remember placing any bets or handling the dice myself. Each shooter just threw the dice right down in front of him, trying to make a point without going through a Come-out roll first it seemed. As we watched the dice would land normally, but then one die would contort in some way so that it was a 7-out. Somehow the dissatisfaction of this was acknowledged by the crew, but no one was yelling; the crew tried to say it was all normal. My dream seemed to wander off into some stuff that made no sense, but came back around to the same scenario. This time it was as if my brain had to find the reason the dice could cheat like that, and as I looked closely, right as the dice settled down the careful observer could see that the table vibrated to agitate the dice a little more. If you've ever seen bubble Craps generate dice throws, it was like that, except very subtle. At that point I woke up.
After waking up, I'm thinking, I shoulda played the Darkside!! [g]
It's the same story. Winning the World Series of Poker.
I can't recall waking up to a gambling dream.
I finally got all of that situated and my power steering started to work again, so I drove off. I don't know why I drive off in dreams or why I am such a God-awful driver. IRL, I'm an average driver and I'd never drive off if I hit a parked car or anything else.
one and only gambling dream I have is I'm in Vegas to
play and I keep getting caught up in other things and forget
to go to the casinos. I have this dream frequently.
Only large, old Victorian houses with many rooms, stairwells and hallways, each room with an old school group of guys standing at an empty table.
Never any slots.