The latest craze was a brutal game that combined aspects of water polo, slaughterball, and one-on-one tae kwon do. It was played exclusively by straight males; every player had a girlfriend that corresponded to his rank in the world tournament rankings. At each tourney, the rankings would change and, as a result, so would the relationships.
I joined this sport on a whim and turned out to be really good at it. In short order, I wiped out the majority of the players and moved to the top ranks. There were only two still above me: ORION and The Druid.
I beat out ORION, whose second-rank girlfriend was pretty stunning, and set my sights on The Druid, whose top-notch girlfriend was actually something of a twit. But I had to be the best. The Druid knew who I was, apparently, and seemed in awe of me-- my stepdad's mother had filled him with all sorts of exaggerated tales of my skill and power.
So he declined my challenge. When I demanded a match, he said there wasn't enough time left in my dream for the fight. And he was right, for I woke up immediately.