well its almost 3am, and im waking up in my room at Boomtown that i went to sleep in before 5pm.. instead of waking up multiple times in the middle of the night to use the bathroom i only woke up 3 or 4 times. good news is this being a friday night, ill still be able to find a poker game somewhere, the bigger problem might be getting a driver to come all the way out to boomtown, or maybe the normal $22 fare will be a $75 fare. their live BJ tables here close in the middle of the night at 1am, and dont reopen til 9am. and the vbj i used to play here in the middle of the night i no longer want to because its now 6-5 and it wasnt on my previous visit.
Imagine how much of our lives are wasted sleeping 8-10 hours per day. we could be living almost 40 percent longer lives.
I had a shit ton of different dreams tonight. In the final dream i just woke up from, I was in one of these huge houses i dream about (which always are ones my mom owns) and i hadnt been in the house, which is often the case. (is that because i dont go visit like she wants?) To her her house isnt really big nor were any of the ones she rented when i was under 18 that i grew up in, but to someone like me whose been homeless their whole life and lived in apartments and motel rooms much smaller, all houses are big.
there are people in here to play poker, and i see the front door not closing properly and someone i dont know coming down from the stairs. and i see her bringing catered food from somewhere and i wonder whats going on. and another young black girl sits down nearby her to play poker and im picking up a shit ton of change off the floor, so much so that it never ends and i cant pick up all the money and then im shocked the girl is listening to gospel music and i congratulate her.
in the earlier dream i am outside a building and i am talking to a young guy who was watching me and giving me shit in a casino and im telling him that i grew up in a way different era than him and thats why i believe so differently than him, and he tells me thats not true, and says do u know that people who are religious believe there were 4 different virgin births in the 1800s and to look it up.
and then im about to be thrown out of a poker room by the police and im talking with the poker room manager, and she tells them to throw out Gary instead of me and i hear her telling Gary "ive never liked u, and u are not going to tell me who im going to throw out". And this lady has turned into Cathy woods. and im hiding under a blanket because we are outside and Gary is going to be irate with me, and i dont want him to see me when he walks by after grabbing his chips and then im inside a dark room and Gary comes by but hes turned into an alien with a very odd bony structure like from outer space and i think he is leaving but then he comes back and reaches out with his hands and i think he can feel that im under the blanket and i wake up. Gary is actually a real person who is quite hostile and unfriendly and helps JB start up the morning PLO game some days at the Peppermill.
before this, my memory is starting to fade a little, but im some earlier dreams i was again in one of moms houses (truth is she only has 1) but im in an unknown room, and finding all kind of packages in there ive gotten in the mail and old mail i need to open and im trying to find all the $20 bills and checks that im trying to grab before the strong winds that yes are inside, blow everything away. and i see a big package that says this is your notification from a publication called singles scene spirt and life. now this is a publication that existed in TN 25-35 yrs ago and was sold primarily thru the mail.
and another dream in which im flying up in the air and have just left a place where the people with me turned a howitzer on an airplane and i was afraid of getting in trouble with the government but then instead they went up and away and im flying over a plane that fell into the water
and also my cat got string tangled up all over and cant get loose and its caught in a shirt or 2 and a fan and i dont know how to get it loose and my mom is giving me a pair of scissors.
i'm actually not getting anywhere in reno. i thought that i was when i was up 2200 in the first 5 days i was in town but im still 200 less than the 26200 i arrived off the plane from Houston with. and most of the trip except for last weekend, ive had free housing. that took a few hundred off the roll for housing and another 200 off the rolls for a few Ubers to carson and back.
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well at least things are better, and im finally back to $1600 better off than when i first flew to reno, and ive got my room taken care of for the next 2 weeks set up. imagine how much better off id be had $1900 not been wasted on a 6-5 VBJ at boomtown over the weekend i stayed there. (if the pit was open between 1am and 9am, id have played their 3-2 live tables instead).
have tickets tonight for Oreo speedwagon but dont plan to attend. i wonder what theyre worth? also i hear the room in lake tahoe will be open briefly all 7 days a week again sometime around november but only when a major wSOP tourney will be going on. then it go back to being closed 2 days a week.
there seem to be many new AP machines i dont realize how they work. too bad Mickey or Yoshi arent still available to walk me around.
i couldnt even win money finding a machine lit up with all 3 bags full of jewels. even lost $53. i do better when i find 2 bags full. but at least i seem to be winning almost every session of poker 300 or more. one day i won 1100 total at poker, 300 300 and 500.
theres no reason i didnt post this blog a week earlier, except that i thought the post was too short. but its better to make short posts than none at all.