Kiddie Punch-Out

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Last night, I dreamed that I was ringside at a DIY bareknuckles boxing place - just a ring in a warehouse with a bunch of white trash who wanted to fight. First match was two random dudes. Second fight was a couple of eight or nine year old kids; one caucasian and blonde, the other black or mulatto (the combatants were simply picked from the folks standing around the ring; sign a waiver and take off your shirt and go to it). The fight looked pretty even, but after their round, a little CHEST FULL OF GOLD COINS! (as the announcer said) was brought out, and the little white kid was declared the winner, and for some unspecified reason, had to punch the black kid in the top of the head (outside of the ring) a number of times before being allowed to take a handful of loot.

Then little chocolate/brownie-ish oblong treats were foisted upon us. They looked kind of like dicks. I was given five of 'em. They were kinda bland despite being moist. I was apparently due next in the ring, but had to go to the bathroom, which was fantastically nasty (barefoot in a crowded, unclean public restroom - yeah, this is a recurring bit of unpleasantness in my dreams, which has two connotations; one, my body is un-subtly saying "dude, wake up and pee" and something less obvious, the meaning of which I'm substantially less clear on). Did see someone I recognized at one of the stalls, but other than a nod and a "Hey," I'm not big on lavatory chat.

NFI what this was trying to say.

Comments

[kambriel.livejournal.com]

You're the first other person I've come across who's had that reoccurring dream "motif". It's always in these crazy large public bathrooms that are way too "open-concept", and you can't really go anyway :P (Thank goodness, because I'm thinking you don't really want to find that kind of relief while dreaming!).

I'm going to go with the first choice... it's your mind un-subtly telling you to "Get up and go".

(I've happily gone and ruined a traditional old phrase!)

[ilcylic.livejournal.com]

barefoot in a crowded, unclean public restroom

Ew! *twitch*

[etcet.livejournal.com]

I find I can actually go, in the dream... the tip-off is that it never, ever stops, which is the un-subtle hinting my body's telling me to get my ass out of bed.

They're not always open-concept, just hideously, revoltingly foul - TP all over the place, old feces in the corners, wet floors, you name it.... basically, a public bathroom as depicted in a David Lynch movie.

[kambriel.livejournal.com]

it never, ever stops

Exactly. And be greateful for that ~ like I said, you wouldn't ~want~ to find that kind of relief while sleeping ;)