Princess Luna usually pampers me when it comes to my dreams. I say that because my dreams are usually very complex, and vividly nuanced, when I can remember them that is. One detail I can remember uncannily well is that the character I was playing in the dream was a lover of soda. Sometimes you could find tokens inside these soda glasses, and you could use these tokens to get prizes or buy more soda. My character had his eyes on one particular prize: A hoodie. But this was no ordinary hoodie, oh no. Supposedly this hoodie could increase your chances of getting tokens out of soda glasses. There were different types of hoodies too, with different numbers and colors on them. And not every hoodie was created equal, some hoodies were more powerful then others. My character wanted the most powerful hoodie of them all: a green number three. The normal chances of getting a token in your soda was about 1/30. But if you wore this hoodie, the chances would skyrocket to ¼. My character had been saving up tokens for most of his childhood so he could buy this hoodie. However, as my character sat in class one day (I believe the class was about building and maintaining giant robots, if I remember correctly) he had an epiphany of sorts. How exactly were these hoodies supposed to work? How could simple cloth and fabric preform such a feat? Not magic, as there was no such thing, at least not in this dream. My rational mind supplied that perhaps microchips in the tokens, soda machines, and hoodies could do the trick. But my dream self was quick to remind me that those had not been invented yet. (It was a steampunk setting, if I remember correctly) The only rational explanation was that the soda companies had lied to me! I screamed my rage to the heavens, declaring blood vengeance upon them! Keep in mind that I did this in the middle of the classroom I was currently in. I distinctly remember that the kid sitting directly behind me was wearing one of the hoodies at the time, (A red number one, one of the weakest types of hoodies) and slowly sank behind his desk to avoid my wrath. Alas, I never was able to enact my vendetta upon the soda companies, as my dream ended shortly thereafter.