Have you ever awoken from a dream still boiling with rage?

I dreamed I was participating in a choir festival. When we got on stage I realized my choir had not prepared, our director had not rehearsed us, and I had never heard the songs. Even worse, some of our members were mental patients and were wandering the stage muttering instead of singing, and our director was just sitting with the choir and saying beat-style poetry under his breath.

The crowd got more and more snickery and restless and finally, as a deliberate insult, the next choir filed onto stage in front of us and got ready to sing while we were still performing. I went up to their director, a Hawaiian man with a mohawk, and shouted, so the audience could hear "THAT WAS ONE OF THE MOST DISGUSTING, RUDEST THINGS I HAVE EVER SEEN! IF YOU WANTED US TO STOP PERFORMING ALL YOU HAD TO DO WAS TALK TO THE JUDGES, BUT WHAT YOU DID WAS JUST TOO MUCH!"

I stormed out of the festival and then woke up in a rage like I've never felt.