Oh subconscious, why you gotta do this to me?

My dream this morning involved a Xander from Buffy lookalike, my childhood church, bigotry, confrontation and Christmas carols. It was like my brain took all the leftovers of a weeks worth of thinking and then made it into the worst meal ever. 

Worst part about dreams like this is the bleed over, the emotions that I was experiencing in my dreams always linger during the day. Most of the times I struggle with being a bit jumpy and paranoid after a nightmare; and on the rare occasion I get to bounce around with excitement and giddiness from a good dream. Today I'm just itching for a fight. I woke up just as I was starting to fight with the pastors wife over someone being close minded and rude and I feel like all that anger is just right under the surface.

Oh brain, it's like you don't even like me sometimes.