Woke up at 04:50am from a deep sleep after actually striking a jab into the concrete wall.
Let’s back up here for a quick moment.
In my dream, I was fist fighting a random Asian woman who barged into the house that I happened to be in — I was baby sitting some 3 year old toddler who got left behind … I know … random — and tried to snatch about $200 worth of cash off the kitchen counter. And during this dream, I felt compelled to be the gatekeeper of this cash and while the two of us were squaring up, she launched a jab at me, which I caught by gripping her wrist, and then attempted to deliver a jab in return.
And this is when I woke up because …
I had acted out this jab physically in real life and with full force, struck the wall next to my bed, and immediately woke up with sharp pain pulsating in my hand and knuckles.
Yup, some of the skin was stripped off from the strike. Funny how, with my fist clutched to my chest, the first thing I verbally spat out (half consciously) was “At least I got her.”
The mind is funny, isn’t it?
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