Dreams
So, the other day, I told you about having a dream in which I knocked out Canelo Alvarez. Last night, the boxing dreams returned, this time featuring me fighting a former classmate of mine and knocking her out (making my dream record 2-0 with 2 knockouts now); sat at a table with Canelo, Golovkin, and a different former classmate of mine and talked; had Canelo give me a reddit URL with what he thought would be a good workout for me; and did some other boxing-related stuff.
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One of the most memorable moments was at that table. For some reason, Canelo and GGG were younger than me and in high school, but were still themselves, and I remember yelling at this classmate of mine about how hard me and the classmate I fought earlier in the dream had it in high school just over which of us was smarter, so imagine how bad it must be for those two having to deal with world champion stuffs.
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And I would note that that bit about me and that classmate is actually true. We did get some crap from other classmates with regards to which of us was smarter. It all just connects together in weird ways, what with that moment, but me knocking her out earlier in the dream.
Dreams
I mean, the entire thing's a bit surreal. Why was I fighting her? Why were Canelo and GGG there? Why were they in high school? Why that other classmate of mine at the table with us? Why did Canelo give me a reddit url of a user whose name was just a number? My dreams are a fucking trip.
This is why I don't believe in any of that "dreams are messages"/"dreams have meaning" bullshit, people. This is why.