No fair, brain.

I had a hackneyed-plot dream about being the scrappy low-class underdog who, at the end of the Heartwarming Story, gets to personally confront the snooty privileged defender of the system who has been undermining his efforts to improve Things. We were about to enter the boss battle... each controlling live dragons. And then my computer mouse broke [which I guess was used to interface with the live dragon?], and I had to go get a new one.

That's when I woke up.