Willy Wonka, the bad bastard!

I dreamt Willy Wonka and the Chocolate factory was showing in the cinema again. I mean the older film of course and not the boring recent afffair. I was outside the cinema and everyone was quoting and re-enacting scenes from it, a bit like a Rocky Horror convention I guess. Anyway, I presume the reason I was dreaming of Willy Wonka is because of the scene near the end where Grandpa Joe and Charlie were being shown the door by Wonka rather coldly, "whole day wasted" speech etc. The two of them turn to each other and ask "WTF!? did we do something wrong". Then they timidly walk into Wonka's office asking about the life times supply of Chocolate only to have their faces ripped off by a vicious Wonka. This is how I feel at the minute, not the vicious one but the ones shown the door. I was left dazed and confused asking "what the fuck did I do wrong?". I feel like I was kicked while down on the canvas. I was in retreat damn it! I got shot in the back. No I wasn't thrown out of an establishment or anything like that, I know it might sound that way. You won't hear me on RedFM tomorrow talking with Vic Barry pleading "sure all I said was the bouncers head looked like a bulls scrotum, I ask you, is that any reason for him to get so vexed!". There were no arguments of any sort. I'm sorry if this post makes no sense, but as it turns out, people dont make much sense either.