The other night I had a dream that I won the lottery. It’s not the first time I’ve had that dream either. It’s a great dream. I buy everything that I’ve ever wanted and travel everywhere I’ve ever wanted to go. I dole out money to friends and family members and donate money to great causes. It’s amazing how much I can do with all of that money in such a short span of time.
Unfortunately, the dreams all end the same way. Just before I wake up I’m saying to myself, “Please don’t let this be a dream. Please don’t let this be a dream.” It doesn’t matter how many times I repeat that phrase, I always wake up, look around and say softly to myself, “s***!” Looks like it’s off to work again.
I’ve met people and have actually known people who have won big chunks of money. We used to have a record rep who would drop by the station every week plugging the new releases by his record company’s stable of singers. Years ago, he and his brother won $1 million on a scratch and win, which of course, they had to split. Sucker!
My wife works with a guy who won nearly $1 million on a slot machine at the Casino a few years back, but again he was playing with a friend, so it was another split jackpot.
Hey, I wouldn’t care if I had to split with 50 other people, which could well be the case here at work. About 50 of us at the station belong to a Lotto Max Pool. We buy a yearly subscription and have yet to win the big one. Hey, $50 million split 50 ways is still a great win!
My fingers are crossed hoping the next big lottery win I happen upon will not be a dream!