You ever have a dream about a person that seems so vivid and realistic you wake up the next day feeling resentful and angry at them for no reason?

Last night I had a dream in which a coworker of mine told me they thought the shirt I was wearing was ugly.  In real life, while I might be slightly shocked that somebody would flat out tell me this, I know deep down I’d probably agree with them since I mostly dress like an old senile lesbian who shops in the clothing clearance sections at K-Mart.  I own a flannel shirt OK.  Not the cute, feminine Old Navy kind either.  An actual rough and tumble flannel shirt that I could wear to chop down trees if I had the upper body strength for it.  So in real life if somebody said they didn’t like my outfit I’d probably shrug my shoulders, bitch about them to my coworkers and maybe dream about running them over in the parking lot.  But for some reason in my dream I was so offended by this I instantly turned into Donna and Kelly from Beverly Hills 90210, my favorite fashionable, shoulder pad wearing bitches from the 90’s.

“You don’t like my outfit huh bitch?” I said while swiveling my head around like a broken bobble head.  “Well wait till my dad, the rich, powerful lawyer hears about this!”  Than I drove off very angrily in my convertible.  Right before I woke up I remember having a strategic planning session with my friends about how I would slap this girl in the face at the big dance right after I was announced prom queen.  I was THAT angry in my dream.  It never happened and I woke up this morning still feeling resentful towards her.  How dare she be a bitch to me in my dreams!  That is my time.  I’m supposed to sleep and dream of puppies, unicorns and dancing, naked David Hasselhoffs.

So I guess that would explain why when I came into work this morning and she asked me how my weekend was I felt like pushing all the papers off her desk and screaming, “I don’t like your tone!”