I dreamed I was in the basement of a ranch-style house with shag carpeting. There was a poker game going on and we really needed money for something (don't we always?). So there were teams of players, and Stu, and my old friend Caleb and I were all on a team and it looked like we were not going to get the money we needed in time.
Then, Stu and I were getting ready to leave and Caleb comes running toward us, saying, "We won! We won!" And he was holding up a gold and glass antique lamp.
"I was the only one to bet on us! So we won!" (Apparently I don't know how poker is played. Maybe it was a lottery type deal?) Then we asked, "So where's the money?"
"Well, they didn't have enough, so we got this lamp! It's an antique!"
Which, to us, meant it was basically useless unless we could find a buyer willing to spend so much money on a lamp.
I forget the other dream I had, but it was equally strange.
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