I had a dream last night.
And I woke up a little annoyed by it.
Mostly because of the annoying guy.
I hate being pestered and being told what to do. Things that, unfortunately, this guy do.
Even in my dream. Dammit.
So the dream.
I was in a class, maybe.
A guy was sitting next to me. Let's call him Mr. A.
The annoying guy, call him Mr. B, walked into class and sat down a few seats in front of me.
I prepared to ignore him like I usually do.
I was talking to Mr. A.
Suddenly Mr. B came and put his phone on my desk and resumed his seat.
The phone was long.
"This is weird. What's he up to?"
Scrolled through the screen.
Messages for me, like post-its.
I just remember that what was written annoyed me.
So I typed a reply on his phone, but ended up deleting and re-typing over and over.
I was trying to make him give up. Re-phrasing things to the right amount of harshness.
Mr. A looked on.
Mr. B saw that I was taking my time typing.
And he sort of punched the air in joy.
Said something along the lines
"see, she spends some time for me. In your face, dude!"
towards Mr. A.
I woke up with the thought "Oh please."
But try as I might, I can't remember the face of Mr. A.
Who are you?
