Dream from a few nights ago: My rotten subconscious

I was supposed to have Fla.-J over to my house to talk about things, and perhaps reconcile them, but I saw on his Facebook wall that some girl named Ashley wanted to know what time she was going to meet him for my party. I was furious that he'd not only told someone that I was having a party, but had invited some girl to join him.

There was some sort of event - a funeral maybe - that I knew he was going to be at but I had to go, too, because it involved a mutual friend of ours. I arrived and immediately found our friend, and walked her to a different room to ask if she really was ok, and we had to walk by Fla.-J to get there. He said my name and I turned to him, held up my hand, and said, "Don't! Just don't." I kept walking with our friend as Fla.-J looked stunned that I'd just told him off. He didn't know that I'd seen Ashley's message but I overheard a friend of his, who was standing next to him, tell him why I was angry.

I know there was more to this one, but I can't remember now.