It was a clear night with a full moon, and I was playing Blackjack. All the tables and dealers were up on rooftops, and all the roofs were made out of clay tiles. I had to keep playing to win enough money to save a princess. But I didn't know who the princess was. I kept asking who this princess was, and everyone told me to be quiet. Discussing the princess was forbidden.
It was hard because I could only play a few hands in a row at each table, or else a guy that looked like Chow Yun Fat would appear and start cutting my chips in half with a green sword. Except, although I somehow knew that it was a green sword, it really looked purple in the dream. I had to switch tables when I got a feeling that Chow Yun Fat would show up, or sometimes he'd show up and I'd run with my chips just in the knick of time. I was lucky because he almost never got to hit any of my winnings with his sword.
To get around between tables, we all flew around from rooftop to rooftop like in the movie Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.