"Well, that does sound really interesting," you tell her, "but it also sounds like you're a freaking nut job. There is no way in the name of God I will ever go anywhere with you, because you are a sociopath."
"Oh," she says. Her face is blank at first but slowly contorts as the tears start to roll. She dashes inside, hiding her tears and her shame in the palm of her hands. You wait a moment, letting her get her distance, and then walk into work yourself.
From the moment you enter, everybody is staring at you. They all saw April run by in tears. They all know who made her cry. They all think you're a monster. The shame follows you all the way to your desk and through the whole work day. It's bad enough, with enough shady looks and cold shoulders, that by your last break, you break down in tears, as well.
Having had enough of your dream, you start to wake up on a pillow wet with tears.