Further Proof...

Last night, I had a two-fold weird experience. Firstly, I had a dream. No, not some MLK-stlye utopian vision of racial harmony, but rather, a horrid nightmare. Secondly, I am cognizant of it. Now, those of you who know me are aware that I do not generally have nightmares, and usually do not remember any dreams period. The fact that I am actually able to write about it should clue you in to the strange nature of this experience. In it, I was stopping by a friend's room to say hello, which is not a very uncommon practice. However, after I knocked on the door, she flung the door open, almost killing me in the process. I managed to avoid this, fortunately. She was on the verge of apologizing, when she realized that it was me that she had almost hit with the door. At that instant, her eyes turned into icey pits of rage. She began screaming at me that I should always call before stopping by, but because I didn't do so this time, I was forbidden from ever speaking with her again. She then began to run through this angry litany of all my faults and transgressions, effectively condemning me in her eyes. At this point, I woke up before she became violent (just barely). I don't know what to make of all of this, as it makes no sense to me. This friend is someone with whom I have always had cordial relations, and am on generally good terms with (at least, I hope so), and I can think of no reason why I would imagine that she bears such immense hatred towards me. Quite frankly, it kind of freaked me out, and hasn't stopped bugging me all day.