tmw you wake up feeling super unsettled and thoroughly upset, because the last thing you remember is shouting and arguing with someone about how “don’t you dare try and turn him into a monster, it wasn’t his fault he did what he did, he had no control! No one had control that day! And he’s gone now, he can’t even defend himself, and you have no right!”
And then realize it was a dream and… wtf, it wasn’t a dream about Kingsman or Harry Hart, but that was totally a dream about Kingsman and Harry Hart.