Last night's dream:

Stephen Scene:

-I ran to catch up with Alice, who’d gotten tired of standing there waiting (with no idea of my intentions) and walked the sidewalk down towards the ice cream line. I ran and said “hey!” and lightly tossed myself on her back (not jumping on her back, just almost hugging her from behind, with unexpected force). She turned and smiled at me, and we walked together towards Ben, who was already waiting in line (last, of course). He was leaning his back against one of the columns, just smiling calmly, looking around.

-We stood there, patiently waiting for a minute, and then my bubbly-explosive good-mood moment kicked in again, and I just smiled bigger and bigger, looking at Ben looking all cute smiling so happily at nothing, and I used my excited-voice and said “Ben, you are ADORABLE. Just look at how cute you are! I love it!” and hugged him and let go just as fast, but all the while with a huge smile on my face, eyes lit up. He just laughed and kept smiling, looking towards the ground for a few seconds, then continued as he was.

-I stood there, glancing around, trying to get a feel for what’s around me in every direction (I like to be completely aware of my surroundings when possible), and that’s when I saw him. Not too far up the wiggly-line, Stephen Lang stood waiting, too. And he wasn’t alone, I saw. I couldn’t be sure of who was actually WITH him, but I could tell that about two guys behind/beside him were passing things out to strangers while they waited. I didn’t care about that, but I couldn’t really take my eyes off of Stephen. I have a gawking issue, and it kicks in almost doubly when I notice someone that didn’t exactly treat me right, unexpectedly. I finally pulled my eyes away.

-At some point, as the line kept moving, step by step, inch by inch, the random strangers between my little group and his little group kept dwindling (from the irritation of waiting in line for so long), and eventually, I was standing close enough behind him to see that the guys were handing out post-cards to advertise a big party coming up. (I kept myself as distanced from Stephen as I could, seeing as I’m sure he’d have the balls to holler over to me a “hey! What’s up?!” and then go back to acting like I wasn’t there not five seconds later, but I really wasn’t interested.) When the guys passed out the cards to the people in front of the people in front of me, they glanced up and saw me, and hurriedly just thrust the cards into the people in front of me’s hands, and didn’t socialize about it, then walked the few steps back to stand beside/behind Stephen, and just occasionally glanced back, only in my direction (as if to see if I was still standing there).

-My irritation was building. Of course Stephen had known I was there, too. Of course I hadn’t NOT noticed him making quick looks behind him, only to shoot his eyes STRAIGHT forward once more. And the girl to his left probably was entirely clueless. My irritation built to anger. I was just so angry. I couldn’t hold it in anymore. After one of the guys glanced back at me, AGAIN, I yelled “HEY, what’s the issue, bud? Don’t WE get a postcard?!” And they tried to play it off like they didn’t hear me, and just gave each other shocked looks instead. So, I took a step forward, kind of nosying the people in front of me’s cards, and said “Oh, cool! That’s this weekend! Man, let me get one of those cards! Can I?” And one of the guys turned slightly, and just gave me a look as if saying “Girl, what are you doing? Just stop, you know to stop.”

-The line started moving a little more. Stephen and the girl went with the line, him moving in angles to where he could be focused on her body, but to where he could easily, without suspicion, turn to look at me. The guys went forward more slowly, and when they ended up between the people in front of me, I grabbed one guy’s upper arm/shoulder, and he turned to me (not meanly, not nicely) and I said “hey?” and he said “You know I can’t give this to you. I’m not giving you one, okay? So stop.” And I FUMED.

-I yelled “WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU CAN’T GIVE ME ONE? IT’S A FUCKING POSTCARD TO A PARTY.” He didn’t answer me. I knew at least the back 1/3 of the line had the ability to hear me yelling—including Stephen and his new girl. I let the heat rise to the back of my throat, and reach my ears, and my cheeks, and yelled “Oh WAIT. You mean you don’t WANT me at your party? WHY IS THAT? Is it even your party? No… (glancing at the postcards in his hand), it sure isn’t even your party. So, wtf, man?” Nothing. “HAHA, ALRIGHT.” I went to back up one step, holding my hands up like I didn’t want them to come at me swinging (even though that wasn’t even what was going to happen, I can easily assure). I yelled “It’s because of STEEEEEPHEN, RIGHT?! Stephen’s going to the party, and he doesn’t want me to come, RIGHT? Hahaha…”

-Stephen looked back, and looked back at the girl. The guys didn’t say anything, just kind of looked down in confirmation. I patted the guy’s arm once, and said softer, “It’s okay. I don’t go to parties anymore anyway. I just wanted to know.” I just looked at them for a second, looked towards the ground, and backed up, to stand with Alice and Ben again. The guys moved slowly towards Stephen again, and stopped. We all kept waiting for our damn ice cream. I was sad. All over again. Thanks to Stephen, all over again.

-Finally, hurt and still a bit angry, we made our way through the line (the concrete swirvy, and the line just as much so), got my ice creams and was waiting to go back. I was alone at this point, Alice had gone when she’d gotten her ice cream, as had Ben with his. The movie was probably starting, and it’d’ve been rude to make them wait. I stood sideways towards the counter, with the ice cream to my left and a swirvy, resting area to my right (where there were some tables and chairs, and a lot of empty standing space. Stephen, amongst a huge group of standers, was over there forming a crowd. He didn’t have ice cream. He’s vegan. Ha.

-I was at the very end of the line, finally, and I had just swiped my card to pay out, and this bigger guy was on the very very end, holding his ice cream, standing right in front of the little exit swing-door. I put my hand on this guy’s chest/upper-shoulder (keep in mind that this is the way I move in crowds always, and people generally get the idea that I’m wanting past them, or needing them to make space for me), because he was blocking my exit-path (expecting him to budge slightly to let me through). He looked at me for a second, but didn’t move. He hadn’t given me a look of confusion, so I didn’t understand the miscommunication. I just stared at him, kind of waiting, and nothing! He just looked down, and got down to tie his shoe, holding his ice cream in his big mouth.

-Even with him hunched over to tie his shoe, I was only my shoulders and head taller than that version of him, and could do nothing but stand there. I got pissed off and said “Get out of my WAY. You’re obviously RIGHT where I need to go, so MOVE, asshole!” And he looked kind of shocked when he looked up at me, and was like “Geez, well, I didn’t know.” And stood up slowly (possibly trying to be intimidating, but unaware that I was past being anything but pissy at this point in the ice cream area).

-As I pushed past him and his irritated facial expression, I kept raising my voice, word by word, as I got huffy and said “What do you MEAN? You think I just touch people for FUN?!” I looked over at Stephen, who must’ve felt my gaze because he looked up too, and I yelled, loud and proud and firm (looked back at the big guy) “I DON’T. TOUCH. PEOPLE. FOR FUN. (looked at Stephen, made eye contact and continued on, smoothly) ….I DON’T TOUCH FOR—F U N.” I put a little proud smirk on my face during the last second of our eye-contact (all the while, he held a neutral know-nothing look on his face), turned on my heel and pushed past the big guy and the swinging door, and walked away, feeling totally relieved and proud.