I just remembered my dream last night

There were four of us, three guys and me. Of the three two were guys I knew but one I couldn't place. There were a lot of other people too mostly female and they kept throwing things at me because I wasn't paying them attention. Cards were thrust in my hand and I tried to tell them I didn't know how to play poker but instead I said hell yes I want to play. I was originally on a red chair but I slowly slid off but before I fell to the ground a fourth guy (who I also knew) pulled me onto his lap. He took the cards from me, stuck his tongue in my ear and I told him what cards the other guys were holding. They had showed me them when I admitted I didn't know how to play so he asked me and I had a long debate about the morals of cheating in a poker game because there's the bluffing which is just lying which is just cheating and anyway then I hid under the table. There was this huge book but I couldn't read the words properly because I kept getting kicked so I gave one leg a paper cut and he chased me round and round the table until I threw one of the girls at him and then I woke up.

Now I almost didn't post this because I firmly believed this had happened and even now as I type it all out I cannot say for certain that I didn't try to play poker at some point this week and have made an ass of myself by saying 'oh yeah I had this poker dream, crazy times'. It's a worry.

On the other hand there's a Jimi Hendrix concert on tv right now. It is freakin' awesome but that should be obvious.