All that I can remember of this dream is that I was at work at maybe a slightly fictional version of The BP Library, I was in a fictional version of the break room with some of my coworkers like my female coworker JB and maybe Mrs. JM and / or several other female coworkers, and we had a refrigerator / freezer that seemed to possibly be partly self-restocking.
I remember the top of it having some frozen desserts, and each time that I checked there was new ice almost like the fridge / freezer was recycling materials and / or making new ice for the frozen desserts and / or it was just ice build up making it seem like that.
I remember trying to figure this out, and the next thing that I remember is that I was about to compete in my first mixed martial arts (MMA) fight in maybe the UFC but I could be wrong.
I had only trained a short amount of time before this fight, I had told my coworkers about this, and so some of them were watching on television / wherever and / or were there in person watching.
It was my turn to fight, I was somewhat nervous and unsure but I started trying to prepare myself, and the next thing that I remember is maybe being in a hospital bed or something with some of my coworkers in the room with me like my coworker Mrs. RB and one or two other female coworkers of mine.
I assumed that maybe I had lost the fight after getting knocked out or something, I tried to get up but my coworkers told me to not move and that the doctors did not want me moving very much, but I did not listen and I almost fell or I somewhat fell.
I then tried to remember what happened, I am not sure if this was me guessing what happened and / or if this was a memory of what happened, but I remember my opponent being a man.
I started out the fight winning, the fight started with mostly striking which I was not comfortable with but I was winning, and I was possibly trying to clinch and strike when possible.
At some point I went to duck and charge in to grapple but I probably got caught with a strike that knocked me out and I fell head first like someone used the DDT wrestling move on me, and so it was probably a bad-looking knockout that was probably the worst / most brutal knockout of the tournament and would probably be in highlight reels.
I was not sure how bad my injuries were or if I would fight again or if I would want to fight again, it was embarrassing, but at least I was winning most of the fight until I made that mistake.
But that is all that I can remember of this dream.
The end,
-John Jr
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