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My Fantasy4 February 2005
It's Christmas 2004 at 3:15 AM. I'm waiting for Santa to return to my house to give me in waking life what he just gave me in sleep...
I just woke up from the sweetest dream I've ever had. Background: all my latest trips to the casinos have seen me have 50 to 60 hand rolls (about the same number of minutes) on each and every trip, sometimes two such monsters to a trip and I have now been wondering if I will ever have a 2 hour roll. I think to myself, "What would it take to go two hours? How much luck would I need to avoid that damnable seven, except on the come-out rolls when I'd want to see any one of its six faces?"
I have been flirting with that fantasy as I practice my throw each and every day on my practice rig. I practice about an hour a day now - although not all at once. I write, take a break, go down the hall, and practice until I roll a seven or go for 15 minutes without rolling a seven. Then I go back to writing.
I do everything the same way each and every time. I pick up the dice, set the dice, grip the dice and in the back of my mind I picture myself in the casino, at the hour mark, ready to go for two hours and loads of money. I then gently loft the dice to the back wall. They spin together and land gently. I even pretend that I hear the cheers and screams as I hit number after number and when the seven comes, as it must, I even imagine the groans of all the players wiped off the board by one lousy throw.
Just yesterday, Christmas Eve, during my practice, I thought of the great Stanley Fujitake, the man who rolled the longest dice hand in history - an incredible 3 hrs and 6 minutes. I never saw him roll and from what I have been able to gather, he was not a careful shooter, just someone who got monstrously lucky one day at the California Club in Vegas. Still to roll for more than three hours! That would be a gift of the gods, almost equal to the acquisition of fire!
And tonight, in my Christmas sleep, Santa gave me that gift and fired me up.
Tonight I dreamt I broke Stanley Fujitake's record roll of 3 hrs and 6 minutes! It was a vivid dream, filled with numbers and wonderful moments. In the dream I hit the hard 6 six times in a row (I once hit it three times in a row at Bellagio in Vegas) -- the last hard 6 in the sequence with a $10,000 bet on it! The Golden Touch Craps dice crew were all there in the dream: Dominator was over on stick right one cheering me on like a maniac; next to him was Howard "Rock 'n Roller" Newman; then Daryl "No Field Five" Henley, then Jerry "Stickman" Stich, and over on my left was Billy the Kid, then Mr. Finesse, then Bill Burton, then Arman "Pit Boss" Pirim. My wife, the beautiful AP, was right behind me keeping people away and so was Dave (known as Satch), an original member of the Captain's Crew.
The location was Tunica, the casino (I think) was Horseshoe - one of the best venues for craps in America.
The dream was vivid, coherent, none of the crazy stuff that goes on in dreams. The only thing off was that it was compressed. The time flew, yet gave the illusion of being a long, long time. I rolled real dice and I felt like a god. The dice were perfect when they left my hand and perfect when they landed.
The dealers, as Horseshoe dealers do, cheered me on. Over a hundred people surrounded the table to see what great event was unfolding. They cheered with each and every roll. It was epic. I was the center of the craps universe; Atlas carrying the craps world on my shoulders.
I sevened out when one die hit a chip on the layout, which was easy to do since there were chips everywhere.
I colored up as the crowd responded with sustained applause. I looked around the table, looked at the crowd. I actually recognized faces whose names I knew and whose names I didn't know. There were also a lot of faces of people I had never seen before.
How long did I roll? Three and one half hours! Shattering Fujitake's record. How much did I make? $1,003,147.00. I had tipped the dealers over $20,000 as I rolled because I put bets for them on top of every bet I had. The dream was that precise.
When it was over I told the pit boss to get the head of PR for the Horseshoe and let's get the word out about a new world record in craps. I figured I'd be able to plug my new book! Even in my damn dreams I try to sell my books! I also knew that such publicity, a casino that lionized careful shooters, would bring in a ton of players and that Horseshoe would deservedly reap the rewards of such play.
ESPN showed up; so did a bunch of newspaper people and also Fox and CNN.
I was giving a press conference when...
I woke up.
The dream felt so real that when I woke up, I was disappointed that it had been only a dream and I wondered if what I had seen was actually a future event of some kind. Wishful thinking, I guess.
But I will be in Tunica again, teaching the Golden Touch Craps Dice Control class, and all the GTC Crew I mentioned above will be there too, and maybe, just maybe, when I try my skill and my luck (in any long roll you do need some luck) at one of Tunica's casinos, I'll roll and roll and roll and relive in real life the greatest dream I ever had. I am now heading back to bed. I'd love to have another dream where I roll for 4 hours and break my own world's record.
Wish me luck!
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