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November 5th, 2016 Leave a comment Go to comments

Not sure what Freud or Kinsey would say.  Dreams are supposed to show our inner thoughts.  Night before last, I had a poker dream.  Not a classic where I won the WSOP — too big a dream.  Instead it was more along the line of being chased in slow motion.

As I said, it was a poker dream and a pretty nondescript casino.  It look more like a banquet hall and the table was one of those long rectangles that populate them.  You couldn’t see the other players.  I think it was a 1-2NL table and I bought in for $200.  They brought me $5 chips and some color.

A girl came up and sat next to me.  She somehow couldn’t buy chips.  Maybe the chip runner had gone on strike.  Being a gentlemen, I advanced her some chips while waiting.  For some reason, I gave her the color – $150.  No chips arrived so she went to get them and took mine along.  When she came back she gave me my chips back but had changed them to $1 and $.50 chips — ante was $1.50.  So she handed me this mountain of chips with a stack balanced on top precariously.

She was attractive, I guess.  What I recall, her dress was a summary 50’s brocade in a floral pattern.  It was sleeveless and the collar resembled those horse collar one Hillary wears; but this extended out over her shoulders This was a silent dream but in Technicolor. I guess trying to juggle all those chips was too disturbing as it woke me up.

The thing was more a horror story than a poker session.  The table was impossible, the dealer strange, I couldn’t see the cards.  Thankfully, I woke up before I lost my ass.  I have no idea what brought on the dream.

Freudian analysis by Sparky36 likely to follow.  Sparky, I wasn’t smoking a cigar.


Henry Adams wrote in the early 20th century that “politics, as a practice whatever its professions, had always been the systematic organization of hatreds,” there was ample reason to take him literally.

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  1. November 6th, 2016 at 22:39 | #1

    This one is easy. No complicated Freudian stuff here. The woman was VeryJosie, and your dream was a manifestation of your enduring deep desire for the Italian siren.

  2. November 7th, 2016 at 07:46 | #2

    Well, I’m glad lightning36 weighed in as I have no clue!

  3. November 7th, 2016 at 12:46 | #3

    Well, none can deny their lust for the vixen; but, this one was a more statuesque blond.

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