Asshole at a Gas Station

Date: 2/15/2018

I dreamt that all these people I knew (not personally, they were mostly celebs) like Raven Symone and Miley Cyrus were going to all come together and do a conspiracy theory video or something. I was in my mom's bed watching her TV and I felt excited with anticipation. I saw them all lined up on the TV screen but then the dream switched. I was suddenly at a restaurant with my cousin and one or two other girls. We were deciding what we wanted to eat. I remember wanting pasta like a rotini pasta with sauce. There was a picture on the menu of it and even though I wasn't eating it, I was tasting it. The sauce tasted oily like there was a lot of olive oil in it. We decided we were going to save the menus so we remember what we like to eat. We wrote something on them I think but I can't remember what. They weren't like fancy menus but like paper placemat menus with one page. One girl took everyone's menu to keep and save. Then we were suddenly in the car. The girl who took the menus was driving and I think I was in the passenger seat. We were listening to this audio book on the blue tooth but then it got too loud like we were on the highway although I don't think we were and the noise was drowning out the narrator. I felt tempted to turn it up and at this point I think I was now in the backseat. I finally reached for the volume knob, which was like the only control I saw in the center of the control board (is that what it's called?) Then suddenly I was at this gas station with my friend. I was sitting in the passenger seat and we were dressed to go to prom. We actually did go to both of our proms together as friends. I wore my blue dress that I wore to my junior prom and to my ex's prom. My friend was getting gas and I waited in the car. I saw this guy staring at me. He looked like he was going to the prom. Then I just looked down with my hands holding my hair out of my face and I noticed my hair wasn't curled, the curls had fallen out. Then suddenly I heard the guy outside say "oh, here come the tears," in a mocking tone. I looked up, giving him a wtf look. I wasn't even crying. I might have said that to him. Then I said to him "just leave me alone! Asshole!" I gave him the finger then turned away and said to myself "what the fuck!" That was when my friend came and opened my door. I heard the asshole mention something about my friend being gay, which he is irl implying we weren't really a couple. He must have thought that really upset me, sensing I had feelings for my friend, which I did at one point because we dated but that was before he discovered he was gay and now we're just friends. "Yeah, so what?" I shouted at the asshole as my friend suddenly appeared on the driver side door and he got in as I said "He's my friend," implying it was okay for friends to go to prom together. My friend seemed to be oblivious to this whole encounter and he drove away, thank god! Finally away from that asshole. I didn't talk about it with my friend though and he suddenly just mentioned how he doesn't drink because it makes him sick, which is weird because irl he does drink. He always orders a beer when we go out to eat and started consuming alcohol technically before he was of age (if Mike's Hard Lemonade counts). I woke up after this at 4 am, now it's 5.