Down Under Dreaming

I dreamt of a TY the Tasmanian Tiger game. It was a big final level. Along with enemies to defeat, there were tasks to complete. Shazza got kidnapped. For some reason, Fluffy was traveling by digging underground and popping up occasionally, like Bugs Bunny or the Mogma. She pops up by TY. “What do you mean you lost Shazza?” TY defends himself and says he’s trying to find her. Fluffy might be the undead or something, I’m not sure. Then we come across a room with a task: cooking a breakfast sandwich. Waffles for buns, a sausage patty, an egg, and two pieces of onion. There are multiple people there with their own iron griddle stations. It’s a competition. I cook the egg, the sausage, and the two pieces of onion. Then I do something the others aren’t doing: I throw on the waffles to get them crispy. Then I assemble the sandwich. Put on the sausage patty, the fried egg, the two caramelized pieces of onion. It is done. The judges say my crisping the waffle bun is what really made it good and I won. Then I woke up, confused by the whole thing.