A Dream.

I had this dream last night that I was playing pool with all these Italians in this weird circus-painted room, with lots of long heavy drapes and all these different sized fancy globes everywhere. In the dream I had total mastery of the game and it was like I could think six shots ahead...when I looked at the table a map with dotted lines would just emerge before my eyes. I had this ancient cue stick, which was like a semi-transparent frosty green glass with a carved ivory grip. I think there might have been runes on it? The Italian men weren't really paying attention to me, even the guy I was playing. I remember not liking the music, which was that French accordion street stuff, but with the sound of big ocean waves crashing included.