My dreams like to remind me that they are dreams.
Like recently, I had a dream where I was on the brave man's road playing restricted rock paper scissors. Basically, you walk from one person to another on long-ass electrified beams to play, only your legs were tied together so you had to do this weird hopping-shuffle. I had two stars and five cards and, being the gigantic faggot that I am, I was crying and shouting I CAN'T DO IT I'LL FALL BAWWWW. One of the guys (he wasn't actually in the series but he looked kind of like George Carlin) came up from behind me and said "It's only a dream so you won't die if you fall." Takes all the fun out of it, I tell you.
I ended up falling anyway.