It’s not what you think.

Last night I dreamt that I was playing craps at Trump-owned casino.  I had a good long shoot (got to keep rolling the dice as I avoided a seven and made a few points). After making point, I then rolled a seven. (This is a good result at this time in the game.)  However, my pass line bet was not paid.  I asked why not, and the Donald himself appeared and said my bet was incorrectly placed on the table, and he would not pay it.  I insisted he was wrong and the video tape would show it in the correct position.  He said he didn’t care wasn’t going to pay.  At this point I grabbed him by the back of his head and repeatedly slammed his face into the craps table with as much strength as I could muster.  Instead of recoiling in pain, his head kept bouncing back up, and he kept insisting he would not pay my bet with that same shit-eating grin on his face. In my dream, the perceived force with which I slammed his head down should have bloodied him, if not killed him, but every time his head just popped back up with only a few orange hairs out of place. I was incredulous that he was not in pain and continuing not to pay my bet.  I kept expecting him to say “your fired” but instead he just said “it’s my casino and I don’t’ have to pay you.”  That’s all I can remember.