I hate that I don't know enough about the lore of Battle Tech to have had an accurate dream, but I did have, what I believe to be a pretty awesome dream. It was set during the clan invasion just after everyone had gotten their shit together, and 'reformed' the star league.
A general assembly was called for the big wigs to discuss strategy, and to pay a stipend, and combat pay to those houses who'd been committed to the defense of the Inner Sphere. I was a vassal, and mech warrior of house Davion, and had been seated beside the head of a branch house of the imperial family of Kurita. The speeches had been made, and our leadership had retired from the assembly hall leaving the mech warriors, captains, and less important lord lings to mill about as attendants distributed crisp white envelopes, made fat by the thick stacks of C-bills inside, to the appropriate parties.
Almost by accident I'd struck up a conversation with the mech warrior I'd been seated beside, only to discover after snide remarks about the speeches had turned into an actual discussion of the depredations of the clans, and typical mech warrioring, which itself lead to the trading of lighthearted jabs, and barbs. Eventually I'd asked if he'd managed to get his hands on any clan mechs, and then bragged that I'd started piloting a Black Hawk when my unit captured a depot on some planet or another. Technically it was a downgrade from a heavy to a medium mech, but with it's fire power, armor, and heat management it didn't feel like it.
It was at this point that some self important captain, or general attempted to shame us by reminding us of the historic nature of the day, and how it had been literally centuries since the last meeting of a star league general assembly, and that we were impugning the dignity of the day by cutting up like a pair of children.
She was thankfully interrupted at that juncture when an attendant distributing the largely ceremonial envelopes stepped into the conversation to hand me my payment. The attendant then rose above his station by asking the officer this question, "has it also not been centuries since a Kurita, and Davion mech warrior 'cut up like children?"
(Note to Self: Re-write this into a proper short story.)