Speaking of dreams, I had a killer one last night.
Raw before Mania 32. Opens with Vince in the ring, moaning about how nobody's ever come close to Cena and nobody's grabbing that Brass Ring, dammit.
<PSH PSH>
Lights go out, CM Punk highlight reel starts going off on the tron for a couple minutes.
<PSH PSH> da-dubba-da-da-dubba-da. Punk's sitting at the top of the ramp under a spotlight. Gets up, "it's clobbering time!". Starts walking to the ring. Stops. Looks behind him. Heyman, Brock, and AJ come out and walk with him in tow.
They circle Vince in the ring, all jump in, whilst Paul heads to commentary. The Authority's music hits, Trips and Steph come out and join in. Punk's facing Vince, Brock's facing Triple H, AJ's facing Steph. The three of them point at the WrestleMania sign. It's fucking ON.
Then I woke up and realised nothing I want will ever, ever happen.