It’s not unheard of for me to dream about poker, particularly if I go to bed shortly after ending a session or am still mulling over a hand when I go to sleep. This was the first time I’d ever dreamed about writing about poker, though.
In the dream, I was talking to a friend I hadn’t seen in a while one two young guys interrupted me and told me they wanted to talk to me about one of my articles. Mistaking them for fans (yes, in my dreams, I have fans!), I told them just a second.
One of them stepped between my friend and me. “No, now.”
“Have I done something to offend you gentlemen?” I asked them.
“You’re an arrogant piece of shit.”
“What is this about?”
“In the summer of 2008 you wrote an article for Two Plus Two. It was the most arrogant piece of shit I’ve ever read.”
“Well, that was right after I finished 35th in the WSOP. I probably was a little full of myself at the time. I apologize if I offended you.”
They were not appeased. “You mentioned several well-respected players by name. You said they were bad players.”
I nodded in understanding. “I see. I take it I said something bad about one of you, or your friends?”
“No you were right, they were bad players. You should not have told them.”
The two stepped menacingly towards me, and then I woke up. For what it’s worth I don’t think this actually described anything I’ve written, but I suppose it gives you an idea into the stuff I worry about.