I was in the parking lot of my high school needing to go in but for someone else. A friend of mine I met through work had flown in and I was taxiing her around. I had dropped her off and she was going to take care of somethings. Before, she was staying with me and the usual, unpacking, where are my things etc. was happening. Then I picked up a girl from school that I never knew that well (shelly). She needed to go somewhere too, so I was dealing with her... and then lost track of my other friend... I needed to go back and pick her up. The feeling wasn't too stressful, just juggling friends and duties. I think my friend Matt was in this somewhere too. He was telling me about what was going on in his life. It was a nice familiar feeling.
Then at some point, we all went to a party of sorts. First it was because Annie needed to go, then I needed to go... etc... An exboyfriend was there. We were just talking. Some old nice feelings came up, but nothing singlehood threatening. Then another exboyfriend of mine showed up (more singlehood threatening) and he sat down by me. I didn't want their to be uncomfort between the two and the 2nd one that showed up could read it on my face... so he got up and acted casual and asked questions about the house etc. I followed him. We were chatting and then someone threw a kitten (more like teenage cat) over the house.. I was soooooo mad. I wanted to find the idiot. I could hear them say...oh.. cats can take care of themselves... I kind of half-woke up at this point, but was still angry and somehow got back into my dream... punched the guy in the neck (just watched Sherlock Holmes yesterday) and then in the diaphragm etc. And then rattled on by saying, if the cat knew what was coming... it could have taken care of itself and ran... just like you could have. Funny enough, I woke up in a nice mood.
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