Pizza Dream

I had this dream last night.  I can't remember most of it.  I was in some building or hotel or some kind of room in a high rise apartment.  I was by my computer doing some kind of work by myself.

I was expecting my son Rusty and his mom and some other friends.  I don't think they knew them.  I ordered some pizzas for everyone.  I group texted my son and wife about it.  I didn't get a reply.  

I was kinda of getting a bit anxious because I was trying to get the timing right so I could finish work and leave and get the pizzas and everything.  After a while, Rusty and his mom and the friends show up.  They somehow have the pizzas with them.  They come in and place the pizzas in front of me, offering me to eat.  I open the boxes and found that they had already ate about half of them.

I was upset and walked out.  I didn't know what I was going to do.  I was a bit confused because I didn't know how both groups came to join together and I don't think they even knew each other.  Also, I don't know how they ended up with the pizza when I was the one who was supposed to give it to them, which is why I was getting anxious to find out when they were getting there so I could get the food.  

I thought about texting Rusty about why he didn't text me or acknowledge that they were coming.  I was trying to stay calm but I thought about potentially exploding in anger.  I just walked out and I think I took the elevator.  I didn't text him and didn't end up getting that mad.  But then I woke up.  I can't remember what happened before that, but there were other things leading to it, and I'm not sure if anything else happened after.

Anyways, I think the pizza thing comes from picking up Rusty and his teammates for high school hockey games.  They usually have a couple of hours before game start and whoever drives the carpool usually gets them a couple of pies to share to make sure they have something to eat.  The last time I drove, one of the other parents actually placed the order and we just had to pick it up.  They had already eaten lunch but still ended up eating at least a couple of slices each.  I told them to take the rest to give it to the team, but we arrived to the rink extra early, and by the time the others came, the slices had already gotten cold.  Rusty and his friend ended up eating the cold pizza after they got back from the game.

The frustration of waiting also stems from high school hockey, I think.  There were a couple of times when I had shown up to pick up Rusty from practice, and he didn't come out right away.  I guess the practice ran long, and of course, he doesn't have his phone on the ice so he can't exactly text me to let me know how much longer to wait.  Sometimes I'm sitting in the car fuming about having my time wasted.  I'm going over all the things I'm going to say to him and getting ready to yell and lose it.  Somehow though, when he eventually comes out, I have managed to keep my composure.  He strolls out of the rink casually and then sits on the passenger side next to me.  Then he states he obvious that practice ran long.  And I say, "Okay."  And then we just drive on and we talk about other things.