Bad Dream

I had a dream that Dudley and I were fighting. We were fighting so bad that I made myself sick and nearly missed the toilet. Then all this stuff started coming out, like old nose rings that I had lost in the past. I tried to clean it up but it just wasn't happening. Dudley and I went outside and he started walking home but I kept begging him to please talk to me. Then my parents (not my real ones, but the ones in the dream) yelled for me to get back inside and clean up my mess or Dudley wouldn't talk to me ever again and neither would they. I chose to clean it up and just had to bring a few things outside to hose off. Nothing was getting clean though.
Then I ended up walking in this airport terminal/New York subway, looking for Dudley. I got to a point where I was in Canada and needed Canadian stamps to send a couple letters. The machine only took quarters and all I had was a pocketful of dimes. I kept walking and saw Dudley out of the corner of my eye doing his laundry with a studygroup of friends. I wanted him to notice me so I started to walk a little heavier but he didn't notice me.
I went back upstairs and saw a set of stairs that led down to the subway level, and decided to go down there. Right as I turned the corner, I saw Dudley out of the corner of my eye and he saw me too and looked like he thought about following me. I went down to the subway but came back up and walked outside. All these people started throwing watermelons at my team but I didn't want to throw watermelons at their team because someone I liked was on my team and I wanted to be nice to the other team so they would stop throwing watermelons at us. I don't remember if Dudley was on a team, he was probably just watching us.

I think I had this dream because I tried calling him before I took a nap and he didn't call back until after my nap.