“The second ball, featured in the last two draws, number 29,”
I ignored the voice. It became a noise in the background. This VCT report was showing that I was due a dividend in June. Good, that would help pay for son’s car to be serviced. I looked up. Facing50 was sitting on the edge of her seat silently, mouth slightly ajar.
“You okay?” I asked
She nodded, eyes shining brightly and waved her ticket at me.
“Ha,ha, of course...” I started to say. Something stopped me.
“We’ve won!” She said, more loudly. “We’ve got all six numbers.”
“How much is the jackpot tonight?” I choked
Three million! Imagine the possibilities with three million pounds in the bank. I was just about to conjure up a special Designo Mercedes SLS when I woke up suddenly. I had been dreaming. Very strangely for me as I rarely dream.
Facing50 says we all dream but I just can’t remember what I have been dreaming about. I’m pretty certain I don’t dream though. She does. When she finally conks out for ten minutes she manages to pack in full feature length dreams that would make Martin Scorsese jealous of their cinematic skills. (I had to Google a famous film producer for that last statement. I haven’t a clue who makes films!)
I told F50 about it. She was very interested.
“Which numbers did I play?”
“I don’t know. There might have been a 16. I wasn’t paying attention. In the dream, you won not me, so you must have chosen the numbers.”
“It must be a sign that we should get a ticket,” she decided.
We never play the National Lottery as I truly believe it is a complete waste of money. I let F50 buy some Premium Bonds instead as you can at least get your stake money back on them. But, on closer inspection, I worked out that they yielded approximately 1% per annum, which technically means, by the time you factor in inflation, you may as well have a flutter on the Lottery. You’ll probably still lose your money. Ergo, if F50 thought my dream was some sort of prediction, then she could buy a ticket if it made her happy.
The weekend drifted by and we both forgot about the Lottery draw. In fact, it was the next week when I asked her if the numbers had come up.
“Crumbs, I forgot all about it. I’ll check on the internet.”
Several minutes passed. I was busy sorting out a window frame that needed repainting. I despise painting with gloss paint but someone has to do it and I’m not letting Miss Astigmatism 2011 near it. There’d be paint all over the window frame. There was a clatter as she walked into the door.
“We’ve won!” she shouted.
I nearly spilled the paint over my shoes.
“No, we’ve definitely won.”
“Let me see, we got three numbers, so that’s ten pounds.” She grinned.
I’ll have to put my SLS on hold for the moment but if I have any more dreams I’ll be sure to share them with you all.