I do not crave to make a bet. I do not wistfully think about gambling (the act of it) or dream at night about it.
What I am feeling is that need to escape. I think most of us on here, have been to establishments where there is gambling. I do not fondly remember the gambling part. That part was like a descent into self-flagellation. What I do fondly recall is the drive (100 miles) to the casino and taking in all the sights: the trees, the rolling hills, the lakes, the farms, and feeling the excitement and anticipation of arrival at the casino.
I am dealing with a really horrible situation regarding something a dentist did over the summer that was supposed to help me as I had already a bunch of iatrogenic problems with my bite. What my dentist, who I formerly trusted, did has now lead to worse outcomes. I was already suffering in that regard. I am now feeling physically very depleted, probably due to underlying infection. I sure as hell don't want dentures. But it looks like that may be the only solution. All of this is a tragedy because my inherited dental genetics are extremely good. I went to a terrible dentist when I was 24, who put into motion a host of events that have been like dominoes in terms of damage to my teeth.
I guess that is why I crave to escape. I feel like I am between a rock and a hard place, with no way out. Of course, I won't gamble. I do not think I will ever do that again as long as I live. I just crave the feeling that of escape.