Posted on: 2015-02-02 by Guest

my dream began with me walking down a pathway to a stairway leading to the walkway next to the cafeteria of my elementary school when I was a kid. I reach the top of the stairs and make several steps forward. By then I realize where I am and become aware of my state of mind that I am in fact in my own dream land. I begin to get a strong feeling of urgency that there is simply something "wrong". I then know I need to look behind me for I simply sensed a presence. There just at the top of the stairs we're 2 skinhead guys, side by side, holding a beer bottle. Identical in their slight movements..much like a video game would portray identical enemy grunts that are clearly alike... They had the tilted head and sleepy eyes of a typical drunk you would see in a cartoon. I then turn ahead to see a exact copy of the two skinheads in front of me yet he was bigger and taller. I take a second peak over my shoulder to assure the two were still at a standstill, and as soon as I get my glance back to the " boss" guy in front of me I have a "matrix moment" and quickly duck down to avoid the beer bottle the "boss" guy targets at me like a baseball pitcher. I then immediately barrel roll and hop up to my feet like spider-man and then it is literally a civilized quick-paced fist & elbow striking match where if I threw a punch he would counter attack, blocking by with forearm or elbow and throwing a blow at the same moment as I would do the same. The pace of the hand to hand combat was exactly what I would expect from a dream. Yet not "so" fast where the human eye wouldn't even see a blur but def. Fast enough to where even myself keeping up with it all had trouble taking it all in for the roughly 5 to 8 seconds of the duel. It ended with the big boss skinhead guy throwing a body punch and I catch his fist in time with one open hand like you would see in a movie. We then both pause and look at each other. Within that brief second I thought to myself. What the hell was that?.. And then, he said it..." I knew you were weak"without a split second of hesitation boot kicks me maybe 30 feet while I roll and skid across the ground. I then immediately hop up ready to go again, of course feeling a bit dizzy. Then to my surprise he and his little copy's of his self are gone with no evidence of where they went or whatever. Vanished.. with me left to wonder around the barren empty/ haunted looking elementary school I remember so well... And my joke is I'm still waiting for a rematch so I can go even further and push his limits next time around...