Losing My Temper at a Bowling Alley

Night of: October 10th
People Involved: Chris Patti, Kyle Hart, Adam (Chris's friend), Matt (Chris's Friend)
Number of Dreams Remembered: 1
Length of Sleep: ??????

I went bowling with Chris, Kyle, Adam, Matt, and some other people for a birthday or something. There was a group of guys next to us who had really bad bowling etiquette. One of the guys was Indian, and was worse than the rest... occasionally, he'd bowl for me and he'd always stand in our lane. He bowled for me once, and I yelled at him. He bowled for me again, so I brought to glasses of red fruit punch over and dumped it in front of his lane (and ours). I realized that I was probably going to get kicked out, so I quickly left the bowling alley.
I walked down to what looked like a mall, and went inside Macy's. There was a bowling alley in there, so I checked it out and debated bowling by myself. I then realized that everyone was probably leaving the other bowling alley, so I left. Kyle was my ride, and it took me a while to find him--I thought he might've left without me. He looked really tired, but had only been waiting for a couple of minutes.
The dream somehow fast forwarded to us going back to the bowling alley, and I was afraid they wouldn't let me come in. There was a different guy working, so I was a bit relieved... but when we said we didn't need shoes, he asked to see my ball. I showed it to him, and he said,"Matches your pants." I was wearing one of my favorite pairs--the pants Kyle gave 'cause he grew out of them. I laughed and said, "Yeah..." and he asked to see Kyle's ball. He looked at it and said, "Oh... is this from the year ____?" I saw the serial number on the bowling ball under the word "Columbia" and knew that the last 4 digits were the year it was made, so I corrected him.
It looked like he didn't remember that I threw fruit punch everywhere, so everything was going to be fine.

In Retrospect: Stomach virus. My stomach still hurts, almost 24 hours later...