What Was Next?

I was brought into a lounge by a friend. We chilled and enjoyed the ambience and each other's company. It was also great that there was not too many patrons there. Then more came. And more. I wasn't aware that the place was a favourite hang out among salespersons of all sorts, until one approached me. I declined his kind offers politely. I bumped into a friend, F, she sat down and we had a short but enjoyable conversation. Then she left the table for a while. But she really took quite a while. As time passes the place got so crowded we were seated adjacent to people we don't know. I was approached by another sales guy. I got a little pissed, plus the scene was getting a little crappy. Then somebody tapped my back, and Ben threw a Ben. I yelled and asked him/her to fuck off. I turned and it was F. She sat down and broke into tears, looking utterly disappointed. I explained myself.

This dream reminded me of my bad temper and what it can turn into. And how it often fucked things up. F was the perfect cast. She is someone I don't know, but I and my friends always have very good regard of her. A lesson indeed: why fuck up something so precious with my bloody temper.