I had a thought..

So the other night I had the weirdest dream. I dreamt that I went to a Ruff Ryder Bike night in Palm Springs and bumped into J and his new gf F.. As soon as J. saw me he rushed over to give me a hug. When F. came over to give me a hug I ended up socking her in the face and throwing her to the ground and beating the hell out of her. I wouldnt stop hitting her until the Ruff Ryders had to pull me off of her. As they pulled me off, I hocked a lugy on her and called her every name in the book. As I finally calmed down and walked away I looked back to find J. just staring at me. He then ran up to me pulled me in his arms and said "Please be mine again" and then BAM I woke up. This particular dream threw me off in the line of things. I wasn't expecting the amount of rage that was washing through me at the moment. It brought me to thinking. Does Anger and Rage outweigh sadness?