Even in My Subconscious We Fight

I got mad at you in my dream last night. We were at a pub with our friends, and you had to head home for some reason, so I drove you.

You kept talking about how you just wanted to stay there and get pissed that night. As we were driving, I suggested that I could hang out with you for a little while instead.

You said 'No, it's much more fun being with all of our friends.'

Then you got out of the car without kissing me goodnight.

I'm sorry, but I'm really mad at dream-you.

Dream-you has no regard for my feelings.