I didn’t think I’d really be, but my dreams tell me otherwise.
So for the first night all week I was finally able to sleep through the night. Mon/Tue I was still awake at 2 in the morning. Tue/Wed I woke up at 2 in the morning. Wed/Thur again woke up at 2 in the morning. I was usually back asleep by 3, but man it was annoying. So this dream I had…. very strange.
I was back in Saskatoon, chilling with some friends, none of whom I really recognized except that they were friendly to me. We were on Broadway by the Roastery getting coffee and what not to go. I hear this group of kids start talking about some violence against someone and start describing me. I walk out away and these 3 follow me. I see my brother behind them as well. I turn around as one of them takes a swing at me, I duck and shove him to the ground, not wanting to fight. The other two, seeing my brother there don’t do anything. This kid gets up and charges at me, grabs me around the waist and then proceeds to lift me up and run for about 10 feet before driving me into a wall. At this point I’m pretty pissed. I shove us off the wall and in the process put my hands around his head and force it down so we land, essentially on his head. I then proceed to hold his head and smash it onto the cement a few times until I’m sure he’s not fighting back any more, must have been at least 7 or 8 solid hits. I get up, look at my brother and say, “Thanks for backing me up bro.” I don’t even remember what he said, but the scene ended there. The rest of my dream is a bunch of gibberish, but I was surprised when I woke up. I always knew that if I got into a fight and I didn’t take the first swing I’d unleash, but I’m pretty sure in this scenario, I could have stopped on smash 4 or 5….
Man I have vivid dreams 😛
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