A few nights ago, I dreamed that I had won Wimbledon (funny because I can barely hit a tennis ball in real life!) and had to make an appearance at a sporting event, alongside Olympic medallists Nicola Adams, Chris Hoy and...someone who I've forgotten.
We all came out one by one but the announcer introduced me as simply Wimbledon competitor [my name]". I was miffed because I'd actually won the tournament! The crowd then supported me by chanting "Champion! Champion! Champion!". That was about it.
That all probably has something to do with a subconscious feeling that I'm an inferior underachiever who doesn't have much support, ha.