A Mixed Martial Arts Fight In The BP Library

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I am not sure if this is one dream with several transitions or several dreams, and so I will type it as one dream.

This dream or dreams took place possibly during the day, evening, and night across possibly more than a day.

Part 1

This part of the dream took place in and near a fictional college campus that somewhat reminded me of a fictional version of MS University, and I possibly stayed at a fictional multi-story dorm across the street from the middle of a parking lot that looked like the middle of the parking lot of the C Dorm and a former dorm turned office building at MS University.

A lot more happened during this part of the dream that I can not remember that involved things inside the dorm, around campus, possible college-related things, and at some businesses and stores near the campus.

My former male classmate JC was either mentioned or thought of or was in part of the dream, and I had some interactions with various people I can not remember.

At the end of this part of the dream I returned to the dorm where I assume that I stayed, I remember going up several floors, and as I did this I passed various dorm rooms et cetera with some of them possibly being along halls and stairways et cetera but I can not remember.

My dorm room was on an upper floor I assume but I can not remember if mine was out in the open or if it was inside a normal room, there was more to this part of the dream, but that is all that I can remember of this part of the dream.

Part 2

This part of the dream is confusing because it seemed that I was still inside the dorm, but maybe it was or somehow became my parent’s house.

My brother GC and I were there alone, and our parent’s were gone out-of-town somewhere.

I had recently arrived back from somewhere like at the end of the first part of the dream, and so this was possibly a continuation.

Suddenly I noticed an obese woman with medium-to-dark color skin with black hair inside the house and slowly more of her mostly female obese family members with about the same skin color and hair color showed up, and some fictional family members of mine showed up slowly as well.

The woman and most of her family were possibly family members of my former male classmate MP, some of them were possibly fictional family members of mine but I can not remember, and they said that they were here to stay a few days.

My brother GC and I knew nothing of this so I called my parent’s on my mobile phone, and my mom said that they had given them permission to stay a few days because they needed somewhere to stay a few days while they were possibly visiting family members in the area or something like that.

I briefly talked with them and let them pick their rooms et cetera, to make space my brother GC and I possibly shared a small room that had two twin-sized beds, and at some point I went outside to a fictional tower between my brother GC’s dog Cloud and my brother TDC’s dog Jack so that I could have a break away from all of the people who were having a good time acting like they lived at our house.

The tower was a bedroom that my brother GC would use sometimes, it was a simple tower with screen walls that you could see through with part of the walls possibly being open so there was not much privacy and you could feel the wind and see and hear everything so it was like being outside with some shade and only partial protection from bugs, and the floor was just a square wooden board with the red and white blanket from the living room covering it.

The tower was not really sturdy enough et cetera to be a full-time bedroom, it was more like a tree house or tent that you might sleep in or sit in sometimes, and there was no furniture and it was only big enough for maybe two or three people to sleep on the floor of it.

I wondered how did my brother use this as a bedroom sometimes, it was nice having a view and feeling the wind and getting to enjoy the outdoors, but there was no privacy and insects could get in and there as not enough space and it was not sturdy enough and there was nothing up there but a blanket.

I relaxed for a moment and then I climbed back down, but that is all that I can remember of this part of the dream.

Part 3

This part of the dream involved me somehow watching a UFC (Ultimate Fighting Championship) mixed martial arts fight that was maybe a video or something that I was watching, and oddly the fight was taking place at The BP Library between two book shelves in the adult fiction section.

There were a few spectators, two male ring announcers, the cornermen and coaches for each fighter, maybe Dana White was there, a film crew, et cetera were there.

Both fighters were men who had either dark-light color skin or light-medium color skin with one fighter possibly being slightly lighter skinned than the other (one may have been from Italy and the other possibly Brazil or Portugal) with both of them having dark-color hair, one fighter was possibly more of a grappler, while the other fighter was possibly more of a striker.

The fight ended early in the first round, the grappler was taking a lot of hits and was so dazed that his legs were weak and he was completely missing his strikes et cetera, and so his cornermen ran up to stop the fight but he refused to quit so the fight continued.

He swung in the wrong direction like he was now seeing several versions of his opponent, he moved out of view from the camera, and then I heard the announcers say that he took a hard kick and was knocked unconscious and the fight was over.

By the time the camera got back on him he was being carried away on a stretcher, the announcers expected a replay of the knockout but there was not one, and so one of the announcers said that he was disappointed by that and then continued talking about what happened.

But I woke up.

The end,

-John Jr

By John Jr

Hello, I am John Jr, welcome.

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