Dream from life-in glorious Technicolor!

All righty, I thought I had written my last post about Jared, but this is kinda funny, so bear with me. Last night I had a dream that my son's uncle Joe was staying with us. Not MY brother Joe, my son's dad's brother Joe. Confusing, yes? (He also has a sister named Becky and a wife named Becky. But, I digress.) Now there is no conceivable reason that Joe would be staying with us, because I haven't even seen or heard from him in over a year, and he has two parents living in two towns really near here, so why wouldn't he stay with one of them? (And he's really cute-a fact which I did not neglect in my dream version of him. Dave (my son's dad) said I should date him back when I was dating Dave, but I told him that was a little too Jerry Springer for me. He didn't see what the problem was. He's strange.) So, I needed to use Joe's laptop to check my email (don't ask me why I couldn't use one of the two computers that are in my house), and he kindly loaned it to me while he went to do something else. So I get on and sign into messenger, like I always do (although not usually when I'm on other people's computers), and up pops an instant messenger box from Jared, trying to be all nicey nicey to me. Well, I'm pleased as punch in my dream because this gives me an opportunity to give him a little piece o' my mind. (Something which I've been stewing about. I can't just pop up and say, hey asshole, I'm sick of you jerking me around! No, I have to wait till he talks to me. And by the time he does, I won't be mad anymore and I'll be polite. Dammit.) So I'm sitting there trying to decide whether I should go with the sugar and spice route, of 'oh, hey, look how sweet I am! Oh I'm so nice and polite and friendly! Oh wait, I'm actually gonna be really bitchy to you in a really logical and non emotional way, with a big innocent look in my eyes so you can't get mad about it', or if maybe I should just come out with the 'here's what I think of you so bugger off you asswad' routine. That one burns bridges, but is very satisfying. But there is a certain satisfaction of lulling someone into a false sense of security, only to help them realize that they done messed up real bad, and leave them feeling unsettled and unsatisfied because they can't even go on the defensive because you're being so nice about everything. As I'm contemplating the tone, Josh also pops up on instant messenger, and in my dream instant messenger is a box that looks like parchment and the words are written on it in calligraphy, but everyone's in the same box and I can't tell which comments are Josh's and which are Jared's, except that there is a little tiny dot in front of each statement that looks very slightly different for each person. And then, the laptop freezes up. (Just as our computer in real life froozed up last night when Josh IM'd me.) Now I am pissed in my dream because I have to reboot and by the time I get back on, I just know the moment for telling Jared off will be gone! Plus, Joe has come back and is sitting very patiently, but I can tell he wants his laptop back and I think it would be rude to say, "Oh just wait while I take a bunch of time to reboot and then sign back into messenger so I can have a conversation with someone while you're sitting there waiting." I am caught in the crux of this problem when my alarm goes off, sparing me any more turmoil. I just thought that was funny, so I wanted to share it with you. Because you, my friend, are my closest confidante. I tell YOU more than I tell anyone else. Feel special. I demand it.