The dream that I remember was after that. I was hanging out with this group of people and one of the guys was really weird and socially awkward. Some of the other people were making fun of him behind his back, but I neither participated nor defended.
Then they went too far, and (apparently in my dream people actually do this) wrote a few books making fun of the guy. I got ahold of the books and started trying to hide them from the poor guy before he came back over. We were in a storage room or something of that size, so it was hard to hide the books without him noticing.
I ended up throwing the books on top of a pile of something on a shelf a foot or so above me in the hopes that he wouldn't look there. However, I had apparently forgotten that he had been storing something on top of that pile and he was going over to it just as I woke up.
This dream was kind of boring. I apologize.
But hey,

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