Man, what a terrifying dream. I was drifting off to sleep when suddenly I was visited by the ghost of
@bkp_duke's grandfather, piping mad that he had to go to war and his grandson didn't. The ghost bellowed: "Why should he get to live in peace when I had to crawl through mud to fight Nazis!" (or maybe it was Koreans; I don't remember).
Then ANOTHER ghost appeared, the grandfather of the first one, piping mad because HE had to live on a farm with a woodstove and no running water. He bellowed at the first ghost: "Why should you get a shiny toilet when I had to hike to an outhouse!"
Then ANOTHER ghost appeared, piping mad because he had to cross the Atlantic in a creaky wooden ship and fight injuns and cholera and a whole lotta other unpleasantness. Then I looked and saw a long line of ghosts stretching back to hunter-gatherer days, all piping mad at each other.
So I bellowed: "THAT'S NOTHING! Your descendant owns two luxury cars and a stock that will make him richer than your wildest, most feverish cholera-dreams, yet he STILL is piping mad if somebody is given something that he had to work for." And all the ghosts disappeared in a puff of rage.