In my dream, I am playing pool on the Crosslands table against Emilie. There are spectators -- none of whom I recognize.
As the dream starts, the balls are scattered at one end of the table and it's my shot. There are no easy shots available, so I simplly hit the cue ball into the bunch to try to create some opportunities at a later turn. That sets up a vey easy shot for Emilie.
Her technique is awful and she engages in that blather that drives me nuts. Despite her lousy form, she manages to pocket a ball, and an onlooker announces that Emilie has taken an early lead.
When it's my turn, there are no easy shots again and I try a highly unlikely shot simply because there's no alternative. It fails to sink a ball. But this sets up another easy shot for Emilie, who pockets another ball.
After this goes on for a while, I notice that all the balls that had been clustered at one end of the table are now clustered at the other end of the table. I also realize that the "shelf paper" I had carefully placed in the ball collection area under the playing surface of the table had come loose from the double-sided tape I had used to secure it to the "floor" of the area. I plan to re-secure the "paper" with pop rivets when I get the chance. I'm bummered out by the way the game is going (Emilie has taken a 3-ball lead...) and her constant blather, but feel good about having a plan to re-secure the "paper."
The onlookers are pleased that Emilie is winning, with seemingly no recognition that she's always getting easy shots and I never get one.
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