late night telephoning

I went to bed early last night, 8ish. I had a horrible car accident dream the night before and woke up shaking, my heart racing, at 7, unable to get back to sleep.

After I had been asleep awhile, the phone rang. I didn't feel like picking it up, but I did. It was He Who Shall Not Be Named.
HWSNBN: Hi, is Rachel there?
me: This is me.
HWSNBN: Hi. It's ----------. I wanted to call you now, before you went to sleep.
[insert inconsequential smalltalk, with Rachel trying to wake up, trying to figure out why he's calling. He's driving. The phone keeps cutting out & hanging up, so he has to call me back 3 times.]
HWSNBN: I'm going to San Francisco for spring break. I'd like to see F. [My happily coupled best friend, the one he spent 2 hours propositioning last November.] Do you have her number?
me [my sleep-addled brain trying to figure out if I should give it to him]: I do.
HWSNBN: Can I have it?
me: I guess so. Do you have a pen?
HWSNBN: Yeah. I just have to pull over to the side of the road. . .
[I wait. The phone hangs up another time. He calls back. I give him the number.]
HWSNBN: Thanks a lot. We should go out for coffee soon, discuss our future plans, our falling out. . .
me: I don't want to do that. We have nothing ot talk about. And you should know that F probably won't want to see you.
HWSNBN: Really? That's not the impression that I got.
me: I don't think she'll want to see you. I'm going to call her right now & let her know to expect a call from you. Bye.
HWSNBN: bye.

I promptly call F. She's outraged that he has the impression that she might want to see him ever again. I try to go back to sleep. B calls. We share a good chat. I sleep.