Michael and I were on the bus coming back from a game, and for some reason we were either the only people on the bus, or no one else was nearby, so it seemed like we were. I said something, and Michael started arguing with me. Now, I hate arguing with Michael. He's more stubborn than I am. And for some reason, in my dream, he wouldn't stop arguing some point (I forget what) that anyone would know to be wrong. He started yelling and asking me why I was being so stupid, and I started yelling back. I don't remember the rest of the argument, only that I stormed off the bus calling him an arrogant, closeminded bastard, and as soon as I left, I was promptly run over by a truck and died.
Remind me never to sleep again.