last nite, i dreamt i was at circus circus, the casino. i had only 2 five dollar bills on me - with absolutely no money in my checking account - and i put 5 dollars on a blackjack table. aileen happened to be sitting next to me, winning hundreds of dollars. she got a blackjack. when my turn came up, i had an ace and a jack of spades. blackjack. but for some reason, what i decided to do was split it... giving up my other 5 dollars as well. i have no idea why i did it, or even if i'm allowed to do it, but i did it. i had a jack and 7 for my first hand, my second hand i got a 6, making a total of 17. the dealer got a 19 and i lost all the money i had. it was pretty discouraging because i just wasted all of my money on gambling and had no money for food, gas, or anythign else for that matter. i also wanted to play some arcade games and win some toys or stuffed animals - but had no money. so the group i was in - i believe there were three of us - decided to leave. we got in our beat down '80s volkswagon eurovan and drove out. paint was chipping, no seats, black smoke clogging up our lungs.

while we were driving out, i looked out the window and saw this kid coughing up blood on the side of the road. he was wearing a Deltagen t-shirt, the company i work for. we stopped the van so i can help him out... afterall, maybe he was my coworker or related to one. his right arm was entirely covered with one large scab, as if he was hit by napalm, and was not in the best condition.
i asked him, "why don't you go see a doctor? come on, we'll take you to the hospital. that can't be good - and it looks infected."
the boy replied, "no, i can't - my dad won't let me. he said i'll be fine and that since we dont' have health insurance, he doesn't want to pay for it."
i then showed him my arm as well - which had a healed scar all the way down the arm.
"see, i used to have the same condition - but i got anti-biotics and rested and now i'm all better."
"no, you don't understand - my dad won't let me. i'll be fine."
i then got frustrated and demanded to talk to his father. he lead me to their store(which was a small tourist store next to circus circus) and the son called out for his father. his dad, old and short and a mustache, came out and yelled at his son.
"why must you embarrass me like this! you're scaring our business away! get inside! git! git!" he turns to us, chuckles, and says, "hey fellas! how's it going? how about that last super bowl, eh?"
"excuse me sir, but your son really needs to go the hospital. his arm might need to be amputated and he's coughing up blood. he's in a serious condition."

i don't remember much after that. my roommates, being loud as usual, woke me up and i couldn't fall back asleep to finish the dream. in the shower this morning, i just stood there trying to figure things out. not about the dream, but about the dreams i have been getting the past few weeks. every night, i'll dream about something very strange and out there. i've posted some of them here, and others i just tell people. every night i wonder what i'm going to dream about next - and more importantly - why i dream those dreams. i'm a little scared right now to have dreams that are so weird and that i actually remember every night. check that, not a little scared but almost terrified.