Well, my dream self demands an apology for the long silences that were had between our dream-selves. There was tension, discomfort, and a lot of glaring. I thought my request for an ez-bake oven, three hammers (which would have helped with the wall), a stringy piece of computer code (do you know what that means, because I'm still not sure), and the vocal chords of Paul Anka's long lost sister, were completely reasonable. And you refused--flatly refused! to entertain my request.
I'm sorry for the harsh words between us, but I feel justified in my resentment. Until your dream-self apologizes for their arbitrary attitude of noncompliance, I'm afraid our dream-selves will be at an impasse.
Sincerely in acrimony;