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.
