I once had a friend, a very good friend. He was a good friend to a bunch of us, a big pert of the circle of friends.
Then one day, he wrote off all of his friends. He just went on with his life sans the original bunch.
There was no discernible altercation to cause this rift. It was just like the typical way in which people grow apart, at 10 times the typical speed.
Life went on.
I was a little hurt by the whole situation. OK, a lot. But I got over it.
Monday night, I had a dream where I was in a bar on a Saturday night. I ran into him, and he offered advice about something. I told him he had no right to just turn up again and offer advice after not returning calls or coming to parties. As far as his advice went, it was pretty stupid, anyway.
Then I woke up.
I was angry.
I was not angry about the contents of the dream though.
I was upset that, for a moment, I thought it was Saturday night and I didn't have to get up for work in the morning.