That's the thing about my dreams -- most of the time they're nebulous and disappear from my memory not ,long after I wake up, and then there are times that I can't seem to shake off the dream and it sticks with me.
For example ... a few nights ago I had a dream where I was in this casino setting. I saw a blond-haired woman there that I apparently knew somehow although I can't place from where. She was playing blackjack all alone, and I got it in my head to join her. George Takei was the one that cashed me in, using credit-card-like items in place of chips or cash, and he wished me good luck. I sat down at a table, and it was all digital, and I couldn't figure out how to work it at first. I got up and walked around, and every time I went back toward those tables they got older, less modern, and it seemed that the room changed color each time I visited, even varying in brightness each time I was in there. I was trying to find an exit but I kept getting turned around and sent back to the blackjack area.
There were other parts I can't fully recall, but that was the main gist of the dream.