I hate saying "That's what she said" as it is cliche - but I think the individual above is absolutely right.
Look. I could have a dream that I'm a prancing pink elephant with fae wings and a sparkle wand, and that I have a sidekick that's a drunken leprechaun, next Tuesday at 3am. It doesn't mean I'm going to wake up at half past eleven and actually be that and know how to do it all. Much less know how to control the sparkle wand or fly.
I can also keep all of my drinks to myself, and not have to share them on my drunken Irish midget friend. In fact, if a drunken leprechaun sidekick shows up on my doorstep? He's getting punted. I know they're there for a free drink and to punch things, because I've gone on nights out with a few of Irish friends before. Only they were taller and didn't mention rainbows or pots of gold. Bitterly disappointing, that.
I digress.
You know, making that statement on the net? You must really believe you're the dog's bollocks, mate. Why can't we all simply do our jobs that we grew up and started doing in this lifetime? Why. Oh why.