Some back story is in order here. About twenty five years ago whilst playing in an amateur soccer match I suffered a pretty horrendous injury to my right knee. It was a sliding tackle to take the ball away from my opponent who followed through with his kick anyway, striking me on the outside of the knee with full force. Suffice to say I screamed like a little girl at a 1D concert. Of course, being young and fit I had corrective surgery and recovered quite well, but an addiction to cricket and in particular fast bowling, took its toll further, degenerating the joint over the years, mostly with me totally unaware other than the odd bit of swelling from time to time. Now well into my forties, the knee is a hot mess with no cartilage left and the sight of gravel sends tremors through me as I know a dislocation is only moments away. I've had several surgeries, the most recent only a year ago, and the next one will be a total joint replacement. As you can probably ascertain by now, it's something that weighs on my mind a bit.
I had the answer to my problems! When I awoke, somehow knowing I was asleep and dreaming but not able to examine the dream skeptically, I decided I was going to Jump Clone into a fresh body. I'll have a brand new pair of knees and life will be great again! This revelation was even accompanied by the thought "Why the fuck didn't I think of this before?".
Well, because when I woke up I realised what I couldn't whilst dreaming. *sigh*