I am a pervet
I had the weirdest dream last night. Perhaps it was fueled by my impending "Big Game". I am not sure what triggered it but it was wild. It starts out with me asking Isabelle Mercier to teach me how to play poker. Somehow we are in my Hotel room. Now I have no idea how we got there, it is a dream people, so go with it. She is wearing a sleak, black, sexy dress. She asks me “Do you want to learn about poker”. I reply “.. umm.. yes”. “Poker is about aggression she tells me”, as she slips off her black panties and pushes me back on a chair. Some how my penis is out of my pants. It’s a freaking dream I told you! She straddles me and tells me it is all about taking what you want from the players at the table. It is all about aggression baby!
After that awesome part of the dream she somehow tries to commit suicide off the balcony of our Hotel in Veags. What does that say about my feelings of self worth? I dunno. It works out well in the end though as I convince her not to and we make love again. Dreams are nice!