Too Long, Too Much

I haven't written in a while. It's not for lack of subject matter, what with a world full of subject and a mind with no "off" switch. I just haven't taken the time. I've squandered it on too many fruitless persuits, instead of more productive measures. Again, no lack of those, what with a world full entropy and a body that can't hold still.
I don't know if any of this makes sense. I have a headache.
I dreamt last night that I was in school, not college or high school, but some school, and people from home were there. One of my friends who, always when I knew him growing up was a nerdy, socially awkward, kind person, was being really rude. Not just rude, but mocking, making fun of my other friends. There were other people there, and while this guy, for as long as I've known him was more often the subject of such jokes, was now shooting them at others, much to the amusement of the crowd. They all laughed, and thought it was so funny. I didn't understand why everybody was being so mean, they were like heyenas, like Jr. High. I asked them to stop, that they were making fun of a friend of mine, and that their words were hurting. I didn't understand, it didn't make sense, and I woke up.
So put your psychoanalytical caps on, and let me know what that means. I've had other dreams that I've failed to recoed here. Maybe it's for the better. How often are dreams, or my dreams at least, positive, uplifting stories or images? mine seem to be mild to medium nightmares mostly, entertaining nonsense at best.