Dreaming about Pool

living the dream - does this count?

Late Night Match With Efren

by kickin' chicken



How the following could have actually happened, given his history, makes little sense now.

It's 1971 and I'm in a small PI village well west of Quezon City and Manilla, in Olongapo on the eastern side of Subic Bay.

In addition to my custom Palmer, I have also brought a solid rep for playing strong for the cash and never cracking under pressure. Back then I could come with the big shots when needed at an alarmingly high success rate. Needless to say, I was a confident young man. Why else would I be in the PI looking for money games?

I had just finished a delicious dinner at a run-down village eatery simply called "Mama's". I ordered their special: braised chicken and pork adobo in oil, vinegar, and garlic sauce, with a generous mound of orange rice plopped on the side. With a full belly, I set out to see if I could make a game.

For the week I was there it had been easy to get into small action with the locals who were more than eager to try me out. I was doing good with them overall though I was struck with their high quality of play, especially the solid defense. Even the very young guns.

There was only a day or two left before I had to make my way back home and I had been hearing a lot about a kid they called “Bata” *, and that I should match up with him. They said his people would gamble high on him but from me he would need the 8 ball **. I was cocky and confident enough to agree and said I would play his preferred race to 21 in 9 ball for their minimum wager of $300 US. Remember, this was the early 70's and that was a decent chunk of dough back then.

It was on for the next afternoon at the Baloy Beach Café. They had the best table, loosely resembling a Gold Crown. This one had lots of character but played true.

I was there an hour before our scheduled 3 o'clock match, getting in stroke, when the chatter level in the bar increased as a skinny kid with a well-worn black cue case walked in.

Accompanying him were 3 friendly looking guys and they all made their way over to take a seat at an adjacent cafe table near where I was warming up. My opponent, the young man, Bata, came up to me, shook hands and said hello. That was about all the English he had for me, but the exquisitely cute waitress who had been taking care of me joined us and acted as our translator. After pleasantries, we posted our bets and we had action.

He practiced by himself for about 10 minutes, and I had to admit, he looked real impressive.

Okay, remember, we're racing to 21, 9 ball, I'm giving up the 8.

We got underway and it was see-sawing back and forth.

He was kicking like a mule. I kicked a little better.

He was getting great shape. I was getting better.

I stayed focused and consistent and beat him 21-18.

With a smile on his face, he came over to shake my hand. Following pool etiquette, not wanting to quit winner, I offered to roll it back, but he had enough, and he and his boys were gone just as quickly as they arrived.

I pulled the covers up to my chin, smiled, rolled over onto my pillow, and within 10 minutes I was back in action, this time it was with Earl.

We were matched up at a redneck joint called The Cow Palace in Houston. It was summer 1978 and hotter than Hades. He was wearing this light blue polyester jump suit looking getup. . . . .

 
Brian, I can't wait to read about the time you played Captain Mingaud....
...I understand you were hanging with him til he put a piece of leather on his cue.
......and the rest is history.
 
I'm one of the weird few that dream about pool quite frequently...most common is my pool cue comes up missing/stolen, or is broken in some freak accident. Some dreams about gambling, once I dreamed I spent $1000 to enter the U.S. Open, showed up and missed the draw going on right next to my table. Was told I forfeited, lost my entry and needed to vacate the premises immediately...and I couldn't find my cue case. And my car was missing from the parking lot. So, pretty much anxiety dreaming 101.

I used to go to sleep reliving a recent run rack, shot by shot. Very relaxing. I used to be able to remember details of nearly every game I ever played, really freaky. Lately, I'm lucky to remember which suit I'm shooting in the same inning. :frown:
 
A few years ago my friend brian fair told me he had had some dreams about making great pool shots. I thought about it then, i never do.
 
Two kinds of pool players

I guess there are two kinds of pool players, Dreamers and Doers.

JoeyA
 
I've known dreamers who were this kind.
 

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I do dream about pool regularly. The table is never as it should. Weird shape or pockets are strange. I have had many about losing my cues. Have to get out of bed and physically touch them before I can sleep again.

Keith in Colorado
 
Well, whadda ya know, I had a pool dream last night:

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(Hey, somebody had to do it)

Jeff Livingston
 
Dreaming about ...

I dreamed I had sex with Sharon Stone. :love:

You,... and every other red-blooded Male over age 30 in America ! :p


I however; DID have a dream about pool....
It was late and very dark. I remember being wet and about to meet this exotic woman named "Lexi." Then she appeared and ,.................. oh.......... wait a minute !

That was a real pool :o :o
 
I guess there are two kinds of pool players, Dreamers and Doers.

JoeyA

I injured my wrist a few weeks ago. The only thing helping it has been rest, so no playing.
Now I've been dreaming about pool, never did before.
 
Have to admit, I do dream about pool. But the situations are usually impossible. The butt of my cue is either huge and square, or triangular, and I can't get the joint to fit right. Also, the linen keeps coming loose, and I constantly try to rewrap it with my hands. And the shots are impossible. I may be trying to hit a cue ball on a table covered with sand or other obstacles.

And, I have had many a dream where my cue is suddenly missing, and I'm yelling at everyone in the pool room, trying to find it.

Only, in dreams.......... in beautiful dreams....

All the best,
WW
 
Dream about pool? Almost every night. Daydream about pool? Every day. Love the game, the atmosphere, the comraderie.
 
Well I've gone and done it. My first..........What a dream.

It's rather long but here goes. It might be a little repugnant for some of you but it is my first and only pool dream and I had to share it. :o

Yesterday, I played a LOT of One Pocket with a great pool player, about 16 games worth. I drank 3 extra large cups of coffee during the marathon and came out one game on top. It was great. I drank one beer during the match and two beers afterwards. We had some great conversation afterwards and I headed home early.

So I go home last night and my wife had oven-baked some Japanese sweet potatoes and some baked chicken and had left it on the kitchen table for me to warm up when I got home. The Japanese sweet potatoes were over the moon with flavor and chicken was great. I hadn't realized how famished I was until I started eating. A bottle of spring water completed the meal.

Anyway, I watched a little TV, a western movie and went to bed feeling tired and satisfied.

Then that's when the dream starts. Yes, it's about pool. I'm playing in an enormous pool league tournament. (Actually, I haven't played in a pool league for many years). But in the dream I am playing really well and have won several matches. All of a sudden I have to take a leak and so I go looking for a bathroom. The bathrooms are few and far in between. Those bathrooms that are there are always filled with people with long lines and I go from one bathroom to another with my bladder expanding all the while.

Now, I find myself leaving the building looking for a bathroom to use and am on the streets of the city where the tournament is taking place. I have two urgencies, one to take a leak and the other to get back to the tournament site because they are subject to call my next match at any moment.

The pool tournament is in a HUGE building with dozens of different rooms and hundreds of pool tables. I now get jerked back into the building and am looking for table 41 which I cannot be found. It is obvious that my next match is on table 41 but for the life of me I can't find it and no one else knows which room table 41 is located. The tournament director can't be found and no one knows what's up. I'm running from room to room stopping at the always full bathrooms, almost in pain but continue to look for a bathroom without huge lines but none are found.

I'm back out on the streets now, literally running to find a bathroom. I'm running alongside automobiles on darkly lit streets but find no trouble and find no bathroom. I get lost in the city and there are no MickeyD's or service stations around and I'm having trouble getting back to the tournament location and just know that they are going to call my match and I won't be there to respond. I run up to a promotional products tyhpe of table where there are these cheap ambiguously shaped toys that if you use an electronic pen on them, you can trace bright golden lines on them. (Don't ask, I have never seen them before and probably never will) I can't take it anymore so no one is around now so I start taking a leak on the ambiguous toys and they are turning all sorts of gold and finally I hear someone scold me and I stop. Then all of a sudden another solution presents itself and I am no peeing into two juice bottles and fill both of the bottles and cap them. I then place the two bottles inside of a new box that appears out of nowhere. I close the box carefully and seek out a place to deposit the box only to find no where to place them. No trash cans, no nothing. I see this scuffler looking at my new box with larceny on his mind and I make out like I don't see him and carefully place the box outside of the store where he is laying on the ground, just outside of his vision and reach. I go in the store but the pain in my bladder is still there and I know I need to find a bathroom soon since the juice bottles didn't take care of the problem. When I come out of the store (finding no bathroom) I see that the dishonest scuffler is gone and so is my box of two bottles of pee. With the pain almost too much to bear I hold it in some more and finally I am jolted awake (no I didn't pee on myself) and rush to the bathroom as fast as I can.

I quickly went back to bed to sleep, hoping to see if I could get back into that dream state to see if I could find table 41 and finish the tournament. But alas, all I accomplished was to lay there in bed for a couple of more hours to daybreak, wondering how I would have finished the tournament. :D

True dream.
JoeyA
 
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