Last night I had a dream where I was in a room with some other people, and they did something to make me feel small and stupid, and I left feeling a little put out.
Then I was walking down a hallway. It was a sorta futuristic, dark hallway, like something you might see in an episode of 24 in the CTU.
At this point one of my co-workers comes up to me and starts to tell me a story. I politely listen as we walk, and we go to another room where a few more co-workers are standing around, and they start listening as well. I discover it's a work related story, and I am not wholly interested. The story goes on and on. He starts to stutter a little. He has trouble finishing his sentences before his brain shifts gears and he goes off on new tangents, never actually finishing a thought.
I start giving him the "hurry up" hand signals, then interrupt him to ask him to finish his thoughts please. Finally, I jump in and just tell him I really don't care about his story, and walk away.
He follows me to my office (which is not my actual office in real life, but more like a movie version of a giant executive office), and finally explains where he was going with it. I don't remember exactly what his point was, but I remember being very ashamed by my interruption of it, as though he was telling me about a dead relative or some such.