Due to other projects I really haven't hit a ball in about 6 months. Last night I went to sleep and had a really long, vivid, lucid kind of dream. I dreamed I was drafted to play John Schmidt in a straight pool exhibition match in New Orleans. The dream became a nightmare when I walked in to a packed arena. The match was to 150. I break and he gets up and runs only 7. At this point the dream is so clear and real I could do a cuetable layout of what I was looking at. There was a combination in to the side with the cue ball around center table. There was only one cluster that I could draw in to if I take the combo. I look at the shot for a while which is weird when you percieve time in a dream. I fire away and successfully seperate the cluster but blast the ball in to the titty. Schmidty gets up and runs 143 and out while I am feeling like a chump in my seat. I am sure a shrink could explain all that to me, but its weird because pool has been the farthest thing from my mind for quite a while. I played 8ball today with a friend and broke and ran my first two racks. Hopefully one day I can play some decent 14.1.
