I had engineered or designed a huge spaceship and I was begging the crew to take off a bit early, trying to rush them, because "I just have a feeling Jesse is going to rush in here and be really mad so can we just go?" and they thought I was crazy but I was right because you burst into the door of the space ship and had this yellow brochure thing and you read me something in it angrily and threw it in my face and I looked at it and it had a headline of something like "pushy British people annoy me" and then it was a little column I had written about my encounter with someone and their dad at a South Carolina derby of some sort and apparently those people were YOU... and I was just like "Jesse, I was 11!!! This is from 2002! You can't be mad, I didn't even know it was you and I don't even remember writing this, I mean look, I'm not even that good at writing today do you really think eleven year old me was better at writing than current me?" and you still left the space ship and you were mad so I followed you and I told them to leave without me (TO SPACE, by the way. Apparently you > space) and I caught up to you and you saw the space ship leave and you looked at me and said, "long way to go over a piece of paper" and smiled and I said "well I couldn't go if you hate me" and then I woke up.

When I told him about the dream I left out the kissing at the end part.