"They do in my dreams"

Desomniac: do your parents own a vacation house?
MNom: sadly, no
MNom: why's that?
Desomniac: they do in my dreams

First dream in the new place and it was a strange one...

The dream began with myself, NESF, PMR and MNom sitting around a table. MNom then proposed the idea that we all go to her parents vacation home down by Gig Harbor. This came as a shock to most of us because we were all unaware of this vacation home. There was a lot of discussion and we decided to go to the Fred Meyers to gather the needed supplies for the journey. The only thing I remember purchasing was three large (and I mean LARGE) bags of lemons and a few pounds of sugar. We wandered the aisles aimlessly for some time. When we returned to the parking lot I remember PMR having some problem with going. It wasn't that he had other plans but there was some moral objection to going.
As he departed we were joined by MNom's younger sister. We all loaded into a small Japanese sedan from the late eighties and began driving. It was surprisingly close, seemingly only to take half an hour to get there. We unloaded the contents of the car into the small house and then everyone else immediately jumped into the water which seemed to have suddenly appeared in front of the house.
The sun was shining and I just laid in the grass for some time. There were many people in the water, presumably from the surrounding houses. There was a jovial battle that involved NESF and MNom taking over a small dock with water cannons mounted on all sides. Anyone who tried to get near them was drenched with a blast of water strong enough to knock down an elephant. They would both laugh manically and exchange high fives with every direct shot. As the battle intensified NESF called out to me, "Hey we need rations! Bring on the lemons!!" So I went into the house to fix everyone some lemonade.
As I passed through the sliding glass door everything changed. The whole interior of the house had converted into a casino! There was a poker game in the corner, slot machines placed in haphazard positions around the room, and black jack tables lined the walls. A woman who was barely clothed came up and asked if I'd like a drink. I politely asked her, "What happened in here?" "I'm sorry sir I don't understand, it's just as it was when you left to smoke. You'd better get back to the table soon. [garbled noise] doesn't like to be kept waiting."
She then motioned to one of the black jack table where the dealer was staring at me and a man in a cowboy hat sat at the table shuffling his chips. I took a seat and the dealer pushed a large stack of chips in my direction. The mysterious man, without raising his head, said, "You may have me on the run now, but rest assured I'll outlast you."
Apparently we were engaged in some sort of blackjack tournament and I was doing very well. We played endlessly. My stack would dwindle slightly and then I'd get on a roll. Same for my opponent. At one point another man sat beside me and tried to steal chips from my stack. I kept swatting him like a common fly, before the dealer ejected the man from the house on the grounds of "unsportsman like conduct".
The end seemed to be near as my opponent was down to his last few chips and then lost a large handing leaving him with one single chip. Then for the first time he looked up at me revealing his face. Much to my amaze PMR was the one staring back at me. He spit to the side of the table and took a long drink from his cocktail before saying, "I may be down, but never count me out."

End Dream.