Must have been a bad dream

Have you ever dreamt something that seemed so real that the next day you think it really happened? I do this regularly. Most of the time it deals with my husband, Tony. Like if in my dream he does something sweet and romantic, I am in a great mood the next day and ready to give him a big kiss. On the other hand, if he does something jerky in my dream, I am upset with him and treat him like he deserves the dog house. I usually figure out that it was all just a dream and that I should get my attitude in check right away.
So yesterday I had a friend call me. I couldn't find the phone so while I'm looking for it she's leaving a message. When I hear her start to talk I get so mad at her. I think, 'how dare she call me after what she did yesterday'. I keep looking for the phone and find it behind a couch cushion. So I answer and act cool like nothing is wrong, but while I'm talking I'm trying to remember exactly what happened. So the conversation ends and I'm still trying to figure it out. Then I realize that I didn't even see or talk to her the day before and that it must have just been a bad dream that put me in such a horrible mood towards her. I felt just awful that I could have such spiteful feelings about someone who really did absolutely nothing to deserve it. I mean what if I would have treated her the way I felt like I wanted to treat her?
The thing that surprised me the most is that I typically don't feel spite or anger towards other people. Well, let's exclude children and spouse from that comment. I mean it takes a lot to get me mad and even then I am still able to separate the person from the act so as not to change my relationship too drastically with that person. I can't remember exactly what I dreamt but I do remember that her and I had a terrible fight. I think in my dreams I must be a lot more passionate because they really do effect me. Usually I am even tempered to where my ups are not much different from my downs. Well, unless I'm tired. Then I'm in a bad mood no matter what and you know it. But in my dreams I get feisty and angry and elated and depressed and all the feelings that when I'm awake I must suppress.
So, lesson learned. I love my dreams. Sometimes I can't wait to go to bed and I even try to pick up where the night before left off, if it was a great dream. But I have to remember that they are just dreams and I can't go around reacting to them in REAL life. It's not fair to REAL people. The important thing is now I know, and knowing is half the battle. And now if you've read this and I ever treat you differently than I should. I most likely dreamt about you. And I apologize.
SEE YOU IN MY DREAMS!!!!!! HA HA HA HA