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The Sister of $800k Lotto Winner Who Dreamed of Finding Gold The Day Before Her Brother Won The Lottery is Bad News

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NY Post - A North Carolina man won more than $800,000 in the lottery after his sister says she dreamt about riches.

David Atwell, of Kannapolis, won $837,187 in Saturday night’s drawing off a Cash 5 on a $1 ticket he bought at a local Jiffy Quik, North Carolina’s Education Lottery announced.

“I was stunned,” he said. “At first I saw the jackpot went back down to $100,000 so I knew someone hit it. I had no idea it was me.”

His sister, though, had a hunch there’d be good fortune in his future.

“In her dream I found a bunch of gold,” he recalled. “I guess dreams do come true.”

I don't like this story one bit. It has nothing to do with David Atwell winning $837,187 in the North Carolina Education Lottery. Sounds like a win-win for everyone. David gets to pocket the few thousand dollars that remain after taxes, and schools across North Carolina a brand new set of encyclopedias (or whatever the "Education Lottery" is used for). But I'm not a fan of the precedent this sets when it comes to dreams. I don't want to live in a world where dreams predict reality. Any man who's been on the wrong side of a significant other's dream should know exactly what I'm talking about. 


Have you ever woken up on a beautiful Friday morning. It's 65 degrees and sunny. You're in a great mood. You've already hit your weekly sales metrics at work. All you have to do is show face at the office, do the bare minimum, maybe have yourself a business lunch (i.e. drink 3 heavy IPA's at the bar around the corner), then wait out the clock and it's time for the weekend. 

But when you wake up, something is off with your girlfriend. She's not speaking to you. Won't even look you in the eye. She's taking big long breaths out of her nose. You know exactly what's going on, but you don't want to address it. You tell yourself you're not going to fall for it this time, but after 10 minutes of silence, you can't help yourself from taking the bait. Against all your better judgement you break down and ask her, "Is there something wrong?"

Her response is inevitable, "I had a dream about you last night."

Turns out the dream version of yourself left her stranded at the bar. She saw you walk right out the front door with another woman on your arm. You're so fucked. You try to explain to her that dreams aren't real, and it's not fair to be mad at you for something that didn't happen in real life, and that her dreams are a manifestation of her own insecurities, so if anything you should be the one upset with her for not trusting you. But she's not sold. She thinks it means something and there's nothing you can do to convince her otherwise.

It doesn't matter one bit that the bar in her dream was on the planet Neptune, and the woman you left with had green skin, six legs, and the neck of a brontosaurus. "It all felt real to me", she says. 

That's when you start getting lippy. "Well how many pussies did she have? Maybe that explains why I left your ass alone."

That comment goes over horribly. Next you tell her about your most recent dream where you were in a hot air balloon directing a porno between Wario and Donkey Kong, then the balloon turned into Ford Field and you led the Detroit Lions 80-yards down the field for a game winning touchdown. 

You: "What does that mean, bitch? Am I about to get fucking drafted?"

Her: "No, it means you need therapy."

Which is a comment from her that should honestly prove your point about dreams being your own personal shit, and not a reflection of the behavior of others. But the conversation's too far gone now. She's angry because dream you fucked an alien. All you can do is wait out the storm. Most likely, by the time you get home from work she'll have completely forgotten about it. You'll both pretend it never happened and bury your feelings deep inside. You'll move on with your relationship until it all comes up again a few months later when she dreams that you sold her cat for drug money.

We just don't need any hard evidence that people can point to and say, "See! David Atwell's won the lottery the day after his sister dreamt about treasure! Dreams do mean something!"

I know there are plenty of instances of dreams coming true in real life. I'm not going to pretend to understand where they actually come from, or what certain ones are supposed to mean. Maybe they're all just random. Maybe there's something to them. But we can't start making real life decisions based off of dreams. At least not decisions that affect other people. At least not decisions that affect me.