Nightmares and a Run In

I've been waiting for a week or two to have a dream worth writing about, or to even have a dream at all. But that doesn't mean I asked for nightmares.
Both of them happened this week, one of them being last night, and Tyler was in both of them. Surprise, surprise. In the first one, I was sitting in the commons at my usual table near the senior lounge. I was in lunch except I was sitting facing the opposite side. Usually, Tyler sits all the way across the commons, but him and another boy from my bus were sitting at the table next to me. They were facing the same direction as me, so both of them could see my back but I couldn't see them unless I turned around. But I never turned around even though I knew they were there. I minded my own business and half listened to the conversation my friends were having. Out of nowhere, Tyler and the other boy got up and came over to stand next to our table. Both of them started yelling at me and screaming that I needed to leave them alone, which I was already doing...so I have no idea what they were talking about. They kept yelling in my face and wouldn't stop even though I was screaming, "I don't know what you're talking about!" over and over. What was scary was that the longer they yelled, the taller they grew. They were rising before my eyes and I felt like I was shrinking under their wild yells. Then they said something bizarre. They called me a "y." Like, the letter y. For real. I have no idea what it means, but they kept yelling things like, "You're such a y!" and "Why are you such a y?!"
I have no idea what any of that means.
Last night, I had another dream that I was in the commons, except this time I was on the other side by the brick pillar that Jessie and I used to meet by. I was with her, except there was a mattress lying on the ground where one table should be. I don't know if every table was replaced by a mattress because I didn't look around, and there were so many people I couldn't see much of the floors if I wanted to. I was sitting on one side of the mattress and Jessie was on the other. Tyler was standing farther down, holding an iPod that looked more like Lee's. (Ellary was looking through his iPod the other day, and we were both sitting near him in math...so that makes sense.) It was an iPod Classic with a black leather case and black headphones. He was swinging the headphones around like a lasso and I gave him a funny look when he saw me. I laughed a little and he did a double take, noticing my reaction. He swung the headphones faster and came over to me. He asked what I was laughing at, what was so funny, and I told him he was turning those headphones into a lethal weapon and he might want to tone it down a bit. He smiled and came to sit down next to me on the mattress. We talked for a few minutes but didn't look at each other. I was sitting facing one way and he was facing the other, but after a few minutes I leaned against him. I distinctly remember the warmth radiating from him and I never wanted to move. I felt so relieved, happy that we were able to be around each other without me feeling the need to impress him and him being burdened by how I felt for him. It was nice for a few minutes, and then, out of nowhere, he jumped backwards and started yelling at me again. He was yelling the exact same things he said in the other dream, minus the "y" comments. I was so shocked that I didn't know how to retaliate. I sat there and started to cry while he kept yelling at me.
He has been in so many of my dreams and nightmares that I'm starting to think my subconscious is telling me something. There must be a part of me that knows I should forget about him, that knows my feelings for him are twisted and would never work. I guess that's why...nothing happened. And even though I figured this out...and I've known I need to get over him for a while...I don't know what to do.
Because the less intelligent part of me doesn't know how to let go. And doesn't want to.
Now, here's where I started freaking out. For real. What happens next is no dream. This morning, I went with my dad to Stop & Shop because he fractured two ribs and I felt bad. So I went with him to push the cart and load the bags and such. We were waiting in the checkout line and I practically did a triple take. Out of all the people, out of all the places...Tyler was in Stop & Shop at the exact same time as me. Even as I watched him walk past me, I convinced myself I was hallucinating and this was some bizarre double dream. I was sort of hoping he would notice me and say hi, but I was sort of hoping he wouldn't because I was scared he would start yelling at me again...even though that makes no sense because how would he know that he was in my nightmares? (I always feel like that...like someone knows how much I think about them just by the way I look at them or something...or they can read my mind...) Anyway, he didn't notice me at all. I watched him walk away and started slapping my dad, because I slap things when I freak out or get flustered. I asked him if Tyler was really there, or if I was imagining things. He said I wasn't imagining things but I should stop slapping him. I calmed down until Tyler started walking back towards us with his father...I think I might have fractured another one of my dad's ribs with that last slap...
How weird is that.