For some reason, I was supposed to fight this big guy.  He really was twice my size and I don’t even know why I was going to fight him.  We were sitting next to each other in a movie or a play or something and I was saying too him that I didn’t want to grind the pencils down that we were going to fight with.  I wasn’t going to sharpen them but I was going to grind them down a lot either.  He thought I was crazy and wanted the pencils that we were going to fight with be very dull.

We were supposed to meet in a college gym on these large mats.  When I got there, I needed to remove my clothes and put them back on.  As I was doing so, a teacher was coming closer and closer to the point that we weren’t able to actually fight.

The dream switched and the guy I was supposed to fight was laying on his father’s lap and they were chatting.  He was saying that he couldn’t believe I was going to actually fight him because I was so small by comparison.

I walked into a house that I’d never been in before.  I think I was with Kirby but I’m not sure.  I was moving into this house and had walked into the master bedroom and bath.  It was white, very spacious and open.  I walked up to a mirror and my face and head were different.  I had thin dark and a much rounder face.  I told the person I was with that I was having a very hard time adjusting to this new look.

I walked up the stairs and tried to turn on the light.  It wouldn’t go on and I was scared.

I was working at some sort of auto repair shop or something.  There was this little girl and she was trying to hide from something.  They were coming for her and came into the shop.  I decided that there was only one chance to get her away from here so I grabbed her by the hand and we started running down the street.  I stopped and put out my thumb hoping that someone would stop to give us a ride before they realized that I was gone.