I had a dream I was standing around before some big community meeting and I was near a table of refreshments.
A bearded guy near me tapping his iPhone said, “So are you usually at these things?” without bothering to look up.
“No, I’m kind of a misanthrope.” He looked up with wide eyes and said, “You can turn into a WEREWOLF?”
Confused for a second, I said, “Uh, no, that’s a lycanthrope.”
“Oh. So you give a lot of money to charity?” His attention was back on his phone.
“No, that’s a philanthropist.” I start looking around the room for a way to escape, I don’t want to continue talking to him.
“Ohhhh. You’re one of those people who don’t believe in wars.”
“What?! What are you talking about? A pacifist or something? Jesus.” I start to walk away in frustration, I just want to escape this conversation and start shoving my way through the crowd.
Still tapping on his iPhone, he said, “For someone who doesn’t believe in war, you sure don’t seem to like people very much.”
I turned back to yell at him and saw the half smile on his face and knew he’d been joking with me all along. I woke with a single chuckle.