Oops! She Did It Again

Last night I dreamed about a large pool table that in the dream seemed to be of normal size. Multiple sets of balls were being played at once. I was in a hotel. I was playing pool with two other people. There was quite a crowd. I noticed the purple balls were particularly striking on the green felt, and also next to the orange balls. I went back (to where I don’t know—my room?) to get my camera. It may have been disposable, it may have been digital. On my way back with it, I overheard some ladies talking next to a table, which held a picture of Britney Spears wearing puckered sex-lips. The ladies, soccer-mom aged, were saying, "I saw her/met her. She’s a very angry person, not at all like she makes herself seem on stage." Looks of disgust and disapproval tore over their faces. Just as I had guessed, I thought, and walked on back to the pool table with my camera. In the meantime, one of the girls playing had put in a ball out of turn. This is when the alarm beeped me awake.

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By the way, I don’t like it when, say, in a hallway there is a near-collision between me and someone else and--let’s say this someone else is an older lady—this person squeals "Oops!" At first the "Oops!" seems honest, like we’re both supposed to share in this funny little mistake, which I am willing to do until I look in her eyes and see that she’s saying "Oops!" for me, trying to lay the blame on me, when, quite frankly, it was I who was walking and looking both ways in the common path and she who sped too fast around the corner. This has happened on a number of occasions. It might serve us all well to admit our faults, not only to others but also to ourselves.