It's a new basketball floor, the first time I have played on it, but we're playing something like soccer. I kick the ball a lot, but can't quite get it through the goal, which is some distance down a certain hallway which appears to be the door to a restroom. Seems it used to be easier.

Somewhere in the process I flippantly told someone they were an idiot, some boy who was playing with us, and while he was gracious, I felt bad about and and apologized "I don't think anyone is an idiot, really, I was just goofing around".

Me and someone sit down in the bleachers (facing uphill) with two others, one a homely but fit girl who seems the expert. I ask her what is the difference with the new floor (meaning why I have so much trouble making a goal) but she infers that I mean the surface, so she tells me about the whole idea of this new, greaseless floor.

I'm trying to tie my shoelaces at the time, and having trouble because they seem too short, I can't get the ends to work out, and I joke that maybe she should do it since she's the expert.