Oh man, just last night I had a fantastic dream. Possibly one of my best. I was on a cruise ship that was hosting some kind of interdimensional battle royale (think Mortal Kombat), except less deadly and more sportsmanlike. I was a subtly hotter version of myself in addition to being a skilled, superpowered martial artist. I was running into this one bird guy from a World of Warcraft-type universe constantly, and because he was on the red team we fought all the time. He had some kind of giant magic yo-yo he'd throw at people, and our fights usually ended in a draw. Despite the fighting, I thought he was a cool guy, and one time we met in a hallway. I was about to attack him, but he sheepishly stopped me and said he had to use the bathroom.
I wandered away from the bathroom after that, and met with one of the coordinators of the match, who was basically Cassie Cage without the undercut. The air conditioning on the boat wasn't working for some reason, and that's when I realized my blue flannel shirt was on too tight. I started to unbutton it to cool off, but my shredded dream muscles started ripping the shoulders open and I just took the whole thing off. I realized I had abs, and proceeded to wander through the cruise ship's arcade in a bra and pants, flexing every so often. Some old woman was trying to use an arcade game where the player had to physically climb onto a super dangerous-looking rope fixture and walk across foot-sized platforms suspended on the ropes. No handrails. She was insisting that it was good for her cardio, like a stair climber??? I don't know, I woke up shortly afterwards and didn't get to explore the weirdass ship further. :(
I know it sounds bizarre, but I guess in the dream I was just really happy about it all.