Desperation Happiness

I find myself in the middle of a suburb street at night. My mp3 and external hard drive are on the skeletal remains of a bus in the street. I was pulling something like a bike on to the grass. My music's playing from the mp3 player and I notice someone making their way to it so I beeline to the remains of the bus in order to grab it first but the person gets it first. And it's a big dude.

We have a "give me that", "no", war for a bit, but eventually he fumbles and I take it from his hands. He makes fun of my purple phone case and I reply with "Oh, do you want to know where I got it? Well, I forgot!" Very playfully, and I really did forget. This kind of playful mockery continues until I drag TB into it, and say he doesn't want to be in the middle of it, but then he does some quick punches and jabs in the air, showing off. A second guy appears and I leave to block the first guy from taking pictures of TB who is a Zen Boxer. When I return TB is playing a "Zen Game" which consists of him killing random cartoonish people on the screen. I awake with a certain anxiety I'm not quite able to place.

Side note: TB is someone from my elementary school whom I only see on FB now and haven't talked to in over a decade. This isn't the first time he's appeared in my dreams as some tributary character. I should note his appearance as a dream sign.