Another weird dream

In my dream we were here in Ohio, though the house was the one we stayed in at the NSA Mid-South in Millington.  Herb and Bruce were carrying their golf bags, and asked me if I'd like to join them. (I don't think Bruce even golfs.) I told them I'd be right with them.  Then I played Mille Bournes with the grandkids, finally realizing I was standing up Herb and Bruce.  They were long since gone, but I was highly upset with myself both for missing out on this opportunity and for being rude to my friends.