Pooh Sticks

Do you remember the Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh, and the game Pooh Sticks? They'd stand on one side of the bridge, through sticks in the river, and then go to the other side of the river to see which stick made it under the bridge the fastest. For some reason the game we played in my dream a few nights ago reminded me of this, though it's not that similar, as you'll see.

I was at some sort of black light restaurant/club/resort/lounge/facility where there were little tables scattered around a big room, with a large fountain/reflecting pool in the center. Oh, and there was a second story that was open to the main floor. I, with several of my friends from high school, were playing this game where you would throw things from the second story into the reflecting pool, and then throw something else and try to hit the first thing you threw. There was some sort of point system by how far it went and if you could hit something that was already down there.

One of my friends threw something so far that it either splashed all of the tables around the pool or it didn't land in the pool, or maybe both. So he got in trouble. And of course he didn't think it was fair that we could play without getting in trouble but he couldn't. I remember trying to explain to him that the game was for reasonable people, and he had never been reasonable. While thinking of the word reasonable, the definition of reasonable in torts flashed through my mind.

My husband was there, mingled in with my high school friends, but I didn't seem to know him very well, and I remember thinking "I could marry this guy," and then was like "wait, I already did."