Last night I dreamed that I was the Prime Minister. I was standing in the middle of my opulent mansion when my security chief phoned and said that she'd discovered an assassination plot against me. She wanted to move me to a remote location until the threat had passed.
This news disturbed me greatly, not because I was worried about the threat, but because
a) the nation needed me to do my job, and
b) being Prime Minister was just my secret identity; I was actually a superhero.
I spent the rest of my dream trying to convince my security chief that she was needlessly worried. I woke up before learning who won the argument.