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I dreamed I was sparring with someone when I leopard-punched them in the hamstring. Much to my horror, I left deep holes in the back of this person's leg where my knuckles hit. Thick, clotty, white fat oozed out of the holes, like worms of toothpaste. In horror, I said to my sparring partner, "We need to get you to the hospital right away!"
But my partner answered, "Naa. It's just fat. I needed to lose weight, anyway."
Then I panned forward to another sparring scenario. I was in a big fight match with Stacy, from my kung fu class. We were fighting on a point system, and had already fought two rounds. We were tied at twenty points each, and the next point would determine the winner. The only thing is, we had to remain seated in chairs the entire time.
I was getting all psyched-up for the next round. We took our seats, faced each other, and the bell clanged. The fight was on! But then, the referee blew his whistle and made us stop. Stacy and I were pretty pissed that the fight was stopped before it really began. I was thrumming with adrenaline. We didn't know what the holdup was, but the pause gave me a chance to reassess my strategy. I decided to focus my next attack on kicking, because Stacy wouldn't expect it. It was very awkward to kick while in a chair, so I knew she'd never think I'd do it. But before I got a chance to try it out, I woke up.
But my partner answered, "Naa. It's just fat. I needed to lose weight, anyway."
Then I panned forward to another sparring scenario. I was in a big fight match with Stacy, from my kung fu class. We were fighting on a point system, and had already fought two rounds. We were tied at twenty points each, and the next point would determine the winner. The only thing is, we had to remain seated in chairs the entire time.
I was getting all psyched-up for the next round. We took our seats, faced each other, and the bell clanged. The fight was on! But then, the referee blew his whistle and made us stop. Stacy and I were pretty pissed that the fight was stopped before it really began. I was thrumming with adrenaline. We didn't know what the holdup was, but the pause gave me a chance to reassess my strategy. I decided to focus my next attack on kicking, because Stacy wouldn't expect it. It was very awkward to kick while in a chair, so I knew she'd never think I'd do it. But before I got a chance to try it out, I woke up.
