Wonderful Dream; Horrendous Reality

Last night I had a dream I met up with some people at a diner. We were sitting in a booth, and I sat next to this guy I didn't know. It turned out he was Stephen King, and his hand a strong affiliation for my leg. It was uncomfortable, but I thought that I shouldn't say anything so that I could get him to autograph a book for my dad.

The we all went out to this field/meadow. Apparently, I spilled something on one of the guys while we were by a log. I started heading back to the place were other were, but I headed back to the guy upon realizing that he was angry with me. He wasn't really angry. He said I was too likable to be angry with.

Then I was alone on that side of the field. Everyone else had gone back. I went to run but instead... i flew. And it was so nice! I was flying around and everyone thought it was amazing. Then I turned into an actual bird and almost ran into another bird.

And then I woke up and realized I was going to be late for class.