So there's this typical lawful good medieval fantasy nation, led by three dragon god-kings; their army consists of two factions, the Men-at-Arms and the Battlemages. It's graduation day at the military academy, and the main ceremony is set in a gigantic mountainside arena, built on a plateau near a snow-covered peak. It's a beautiful day; it feels like this is a world where the good guys have won. Sure there are still goblins and the like around and the army is needed at times, but overall Things Are OK.
I'm with the Men-at-Arms, and I'm the student chosen to deliver a speech during the ceremony, a majestic, semi-religious procedure attended by almost everyone in the kingdom. That makes me pretty nervous, but something else bothers me even more. I have a girlfriend, a half-elf Battlemage, and her father does not approve of her dating across army factions. Battlemages are usually picked from the nobility and their training and education is viewed as more difficult than the Men-at-Arms'; consequently they tend to be snooty to say the least.
So the time comes for me to get on the stage. I climb up, and three magical orbs start floating around me; they're basically cameras, and they're broadcasting my every word and gesture to the truly gigantic audience. To my own surprise, I deliver an awesome speech. I wish I could remember it, but on the other hand I'd probably think it was cheesy in retrospect. It's a patriotic, unifying speech, with the typical bits about honor and putting defense of the country first and being grateful to the dragons and such. Anyway, I get a standing ovation, and notice even my girlfriend's father clapping vigorously.
I get off the stage and my girl jumps into my arms; we pretty much kiss on the jumbotron.
That's when I wake up.
If this is how my subconscious is trying to apologize and make up for being such a huge dick to me since I was born, I have to say that this is the right way to go about it.