I dreamed that I was at the church my parents attend. For some reason their laundry had been washed there and laid out on the lawn after being folded neatly. My parents drove up and I helped them load their laundery into the car.
There was no room for me in the car, so I started walking to my parents' house, and my mom decided to walk with me.
As we walked down the street, we ran into somebody whom I'll refer to as “Chris-R” as his name really was Chris and his surname started with an R. No, not that Chris-R, but a villain nonetheless. In real life Chris-R was a kid I went to school with, whom I can most politely refer to only as “a total asshole who always treated me like shit.”
In the dream, Chris-R started walking with me and began a conversation. He said that the first time we met in junior high we were standing under the school's breezeway (waiting for a bus?) when I made a joke about his surname at which he took great offense, and somehow that initialized and justified him treating me like shit for all the years we went to school together.
This is completely untrue, as in reality we'd gone to the same school since kindergarten and he even lived down the street from me—albeit far enough that I usally only saw him at school. We never rode the bus together because we both lived within walking distance of the elementary school, then in junior high we lived just close enough to the school to not qualify for riding the school bus, so either his parents or his older brother drove him to school, while I rode public transporation. In high school, we did qualify for riding the school bus, but I didn't want to spend my morning confined in an enclosed space with Chris-R and a few other assholes whom I knew would be riding the bus, so the first half of my sophomore year I walked the three miles to school (which took me about 40 minutes) just so that I could avoid them. (By the time I started riding the school bus, most of the assholes I knew had either dropped out or matured into non-assholes, and those who were still assholes and attending had gotten their driver's licenses and drove themselves to school.)
Also, I never actually made fun of Chris-R's name—it wasn't even a mockable name. He had just always been an asshole, and his contempt towards me was nothing more than the baseless arrogance of a kid whose parents never taught him that being a complete and total asshole is degenerative to society.
Anyway, in the dream Chris-R followed me, bemoaning that I was to blame for his being an asshole, until we reached his house. He went inside, then my mom followed and knocked on his front door. Chris-R's dad came out, and my mom told him that I had teased his son when we were kids. It was decided that as punishment I would help Chris-R's dad plant a bunch of trees and flowers that were waiting in pots in front of their house. What the heck, Mom?! Throughout the entire dream Chris-R and I were fully-grown, independent adults.
We continued walking to my parents' house . . . with Chris-R's dad, who proceeded to lecture me about needing to be more sensitive to how Chris-R felt. I tried to explain how I'd only made fun of him once while he spent years tormenting me, and that it was so much worse for me it than for Chris-R that I even spent half a school year walking the three miles to the high school just to avoid him, but he couldn't be convinced of his son's villainy.
We reached my parents' house, and it looked like Chris-R's dad was going to stay for dinner.
I then woke up, one minute before my alarm was set to go off.