FryingMan

kind of weird night, some recall easy, some hard, some time awake, make it back to sleep, late morning jumbled recall

(early morning)
+ playing (real, not wacky) pool/billiards, planning shots, making shots, I pot 3 object balls and scratch so I need to pull them all out and spot them back on the table. I start to play a tournament game, my opponent breaks, a thunderous big break and pockets lots of balls, he moves very quickly around the table to the end, to my right, and very quickly takes his stance and quickly and aggressively takes a few warm-up strokes. (He's a kind of player who moves really fast, which annoys me), he shoots and double-taps the cue ball with his stick. I step forward and call "double tap!". The referees start arguing that the shot is OK, diagrams of geometry start appearing on the table and the voice-over narration that says doulble-taps within these areas are in fact allowed. I disagree with this and some of the spectators are on my side voicing objection that this can't be right.

+ I'm lying on my stomach in bed with my head to the right (same position as in waking, an unusual position, my last resort when both sides are sore), and watching through an open door into the hallway and into the room across the hall, where my old HS GF getting (un)dressed. I'm looking at her pull a shirt on/off over her head hoping for a good view, and pretend to be sleeping (closing/squinting my eyes) when she looks my way. She later comes into my room and I try to sit up/wave and hope to catch her attention. I want her to come over and to hug/kiss her. She comes over but she's brought a hyperactive Asian young man who's really noisy and talking to himself and very jittery, she introduces him as one of her parent's adopted kids. I move to the next adjoining room to my left and there are some older guys there, and a window, and I see the neighbor's house through the window looks like they're doing construction on it (saw such a wall on a waking life walk earlier that evening), and those guys tell the loud kid that he'll bother the neighbors. Then she brings two Asian girls over, and all 3 of the Asians sit on the edge of my bed, KS introduces them also as adopted children. I think "quite an adoption racket these parents have going, they're obviously only into it for the money." I wonder if they're Japanese, I can't tell. Then I notice them bowing slightly and decide they are in fact Japanese. I decide to try out my new Japanese language skills on them (true in waking). I stand up from bed, get a bit stuck in the sheets, but make it up, they protest a little that there's no need for me to get up. But I then say loudly and confidently, "HAJIMEMASHITE" (Nice to meet you). As I pronounce this word all 3 of them jump as if given a strong electric shock, and sit completely still afterwards, with "deer in the headlights" expressions on their faces. Afterwards I want to complete the introduction, and try to say "my name is <name>", but I can't remember the Japanese for "I/me", I know it's 3 syllables but can't remember them, it's very frustrating, I end up saying some nonsense syllables like "I-I-NA-RI <my name> DESU", I know it's wrong the guy says "yeah, that's not right," I say I forgot, he says "that's OK, just write it on the back of your shirt."

(later morning)
+ ex GF SB is living in my old college rental house, apparently all by herself. Where's everybody else? I wouldn't mind living here, heck, it's a convenient location. Some laundry has turned purple, I'm looking at a sneaker with light purple-stained (used to be white) laces. Oh, great, someone mixed in something purple with the whites. I go to the laundry machine which is outside on the sidewalk outside a frat house. My sheets are in a laundry basket on top of the machine, I pick them up, are they clean? One is damp, maybe they're still dirty.

+ I'm preparing for some quality time with a NSFW magazine, I hear some people approaching and I hide it under the bed. Later (after another dream?), I'm sitting on top of the bed, leaning on my left hip which covers the mag under the blankets. Someone says "what's that?". I say "nothing." I then see that the incriminating mag is half-sticking out from the side of the bed, I quickly snap it up and toss it under the bed. A guy again asks "What's THAT!?" I keep saying "NOTHING!"

+ weird sequence about thinking about making out with a girl floating down a hallway, I'm sort of in control?, because I'm dreaming?, people ask her what her problem is but I know it's because she's dreaming...?

+ the famous doctor is leaving for Europe (who's going to help the dreaming girl above?) but allows us to use his extensive library

+ in some hall (the library?), people are saying goodbye, aren't they going to say it to me? I pull out a reed (there's a bit taken off of one corner), have some trouble putting it on my instrument, but I do, then I play a bunch of fast scales to really impress the audience while they're filing into the hall.