Get Away From Me

Over the weekend I had a dream. I was in some place that looked like an auditorium. I saw rows of seats rising from the base upwards.

Some of us had fine leather jackets.

I had one. I draped it over the hand rail at the base. I heard a woman say "Everyone, pick up your leather jackets and put them away." So I walked over to where my jacket was and retrieved it.

Near my jacket was a woman. She looked very much like Laura Coates, the author of the article "Why isn't Harriet Tubman on the $20 bill Yet?"

https://www.cnn.com/2020/06/28/opinions/why-isnt-harriet-tubman-on-20-bill-yet-coates/index.html

I walked over and retrieved my jacket. As I did I heard her say "Get away from me."

Whaaaaat! Does this clown think I give a fart about her? "You piece of shit," I thought to myself.

I woke up immediately afterwards. I recollected my dream very well and was disgusted at the thought that she would even say "get away from me" to me.

Bitch, you don't need to tell me to get away from you, I run from you like the devil flees holy water. All you'd have to do is smile at me and I'd look away. YOU ARE NOT MY TYPE! I only came near you to retrieve my leather jacket.

So, do you understand why I was so disgusted when that woman said "get away from me" in that weekend dream?