In general, I do not like yelling at people. I can be very good at it, and sometimes when I’m terribly upset and my hair is wild and spit is flying out of my mouth and my voice is cracking, well, those times, I feel like I should be weilding a broom or throwing a cat or speaking junkulese. Note: no actual cats have been thrown in the discussion of this topic.
There were an awful lot of people at my house who witnessed this. We had, throughout the summer, quite a few afternoons and evenings where we’d host our friends and our friends’ families. This was fun, and sometimes stressful, but usually, it was pretty cool. This particular night, my friend Coyote said something or did something that made me Quite Upset. I haven’t a clue what it was, but I got Very, Very Angry with him. I yelled at him and told him to leave. He thought I wasn’t serious, of course, which made me Even More Angry.
Eventually, after much, much yelling and my insistence that he Just Leave, he realised (along with most of the other guests) that I was really Quite Upset, and he quietly took his things and left.
So this morning, I had to write him a note to apologise for what I said to him, and the way in which it was said to him, in my dream. Because none of this really happened in the really-and-truly. It was just a dream.