This dream woke me up 10 minutes before my alarm went off. I awoke laughing, which was the last thing I did in the dream.
I was walking through some desert land, with nothing but an unpaved dirt path and some shrubs and cactus along the way. After awhile, I reach a tall complex made of wooden logs. It looks very old fashioned except for the big neon sign on top, which read "Casino"
There was nothing else in sight, so I walked up the steps and entered the front door, into the lobby. It was very dimly lit by multiple TV monitors hanging up by metal frames nailed to the walls and ceiling. The lobby had many armchairs and sofa seats. Sitting in each of these seats was a different obese man, each watching his own content on one of the TV monitors.
A young blond child walks into the lobby. He says, "Welcome, to my Casino. Follow me."
I follow him into a huge green mess hall, with hundreds of empty tables. He says to me, "Please, sit down. We only have heads up Poker. I will be your opponent."
I agree to the game, and he signals one of his employees to bring a case over. He opens the case, and it is filled with thousands of small colored beads and stones. He explains to me that these will be used to keep track of money count instead of chips. And that the minimum buy-in is $200,000. For some reason, I agree to this, and we start playing.
Next thing I know, many hours have gone by, and by my calculations, I should be up about $33,000. So I say to the child, "It's getting late, I'd like to cash in now."
He tells me, "Sure, we just need to count out the chips, so please wait a few minutes while we calculate everything." I watch him fumbling around with the colored beads and stones, and it's taking too long. The beads and stones are rolling all over the place. It is a big mess. I silently curse myself, realizing only an idiot would have agreed to these terms.
I think to myself, "Great, even though I should be up around $33,000 he will probably end up telling me I'm actually down like $18,000 or something like that."
I tell the boy to take his time with the calculations, and that I will just wait in the lobby. He nods at me, and I go back to the lobby. By now, all of the obese guys had fallen asleep in their armchairs. The room was tinted blue from all the TV screens having stopped playing any content.
I pull out a blade.
I go from one person to the next, slitting his throat and muffling the last sounds. I counted 40 altogether, and then took one last look at my surroundings. Surprisingly, I myself was very clean, but the room was now tinted red instead of blue.
I re-enter the mess hall. The boy says to me, "Thank you for waiting, sir. I'm done calculating the chips now. You're behind $18,000."
I reply, "That can't be right. By my calculations I should be up about $33,000. I won more hands than I lost, and the hands I won were all bigger than the ones I lost."
A devilish grin forms on the boy's face. He takes a deep breath, and yells, "GUYS GET IN, HERE I NEED YOUR HELP"
When he did this, I started chuckling uncontrollably, which woke me out of the dream, still laughing