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Saturday, February 11, 2006
Again, I was some martial arts master. My brother, who was also a martial arts master, had been killed by some other guy, so I was seeking vengeance. I was a really great master. I could scale walls like Spiderman. I could chop down trees with one blow and all that. But when I finally found the killer, I couldn't beat him.
Why?
He was too fat and my blows kept bouncing off him. Couldn't even hurt him, man. And like, we were fighting in some public competition or something (like in Fearless, if you've watched it), so it was pretty damned embarrassing. I mean, I could punch through brick walls, but hitting this guy was like hitting a sack of dough. He had no special skills, either. He was slow, and he couldn't even touch me.
He was just really, really fat.
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sb: good question! but actually, i didn't know how in the dream either. all i had was the name of the person who killed him. the dream ended with me still fighting him and thinking that maybe my brother killed himself trying to kill that fatass. indeed, i was almost fatally exhausted by the end of the dream.
now that i think about it, though, maybe my subconscious was trying to tell me that there are some enemies you just can't beat by direct action.
now that i think about it, though, maybe my subconscious was trying to tell me that there are some enemies you just can't beat by direct action.
Maybe your brother bounced off the slob and got impaled on something.
If you ever get that dream again, I recommend something else, like maybe strangulation, drowning or setting him on fire.
Post a CommentIf you ever get that dream again, I recommend something else, like maybe strangulation, drowning or setting him on fire.
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