If you’re an avid reader of my blog, I’m sure you’ll have noticed that I like documenting my dreams when I remember them. We obviously have dreams every time we sleep as it is near impossible to simply turn your brain off, but remembering your dreams is a different story.
Last night I dreamed that I was somewhere, perhaps a high school. I was standing in the gymnasium and a burly football jock-looking guy came over and started kicking my foot. It didn’t cause me to move or fall, but it hurt. I immediately went and told the school principal, and the bully got in trouble.
The school that I was in seemed to have television screens all up and through the hallway. As I walked by one of the screens, I glanced up at it and it read “______ is going to kill you!” with ______ being the bully’s name as I cannot remember his name or if he even had one. My first instinct? Run.
I ran down a stairway that wasn’t often used, knowing that it would be unlikely that he’d be there. All of a sudden…I was in the gymnasium again and was face to face with the bully. He approached me aggressively. I knew I couldn’t just stand there. So, I kicked him in the stomach a la Bruce Lee.