crazy dream stuff from the hospital

Sometime in our future or perhaps in an alternate universe the US Capitol building is a high-rise, and our congressmen have apartments. Picture a jumbo jet poised for takeoff on a balcony, solid fuel rocket boosters strapped to get the big bird into the air. Sounds crazy? Yeah, I'll tell ya. But such was the case. I just can't figure out how they managed to land in the first place.

I was playing online poker, and I was doing quite well, when it suddenly struck me to bet everything I had on a sure loser. And this wasn't chump change. We are talking hundreds of thousands of dollars. Not a chance in hell I could have won. My opponents couldn't believe I tossed in everything. They were flabbergasted, shocked, dismayed, disappointed, and they asked me why I did it. I was terribly embarrassed, but trying to save face I claimed that's just the way it did things.

Then I was playing online poker again only with a different group, and I did it again. It was as if I couldn't help myself. As if whatever choice I made, left or right, up or down, yes or no, it was the wrong choice. My fate predetermined by some perverse divinity.

Four more times, the same scenario, with different players. Each time I was shamed by my actions. Then as if that wasn't bad enough my unseen poker opponents from each room revealed themselves as a steel trap shutter opened to a room smoky from cigarettes and with analog clocks on the walls. Each guy, I think it was all men, introduced himself and told me what kind of cigarettes he smoked, as if that was of extreme importance. Each told me little things about his strategy. It was as if since I had lost everything anonymity wasn't important anymore. It was all very strange as if I had died and they were paying their last respects.

There was some more stuff, but I can't remember what it was now. It will come to me.