I forgot the rest of this dream from last night but all that I can remember of this dream now is that something happened, possibly a fight or something where I and maybe some other people got attacked by a man with white skin and maybe some other people, and now we were in a church/courthouse/throne-like building like we were in an older time period when Christianity controlled most of Europe.
There was a small crowd of people watching and the man and I were standing in front of a throne-like chair (area) with a boy with white skin with long black hair who looked like a girl was sitting on the throne wearing robe-like clothing that almost looked like a dress so it was even harder to tell if this was a boy or a girl because of the clothing of this time period.
I only remember some of the end of my last dream from last night, which took place at my grandfather’s house, and my grandfather & my uncle CE were there; and a group of unknown people were there too.
This makes no sense especially since I can not remember most of the dream, but there was to be a small MMA (Mixed Martial Arts) tournament at my grandfather’s house, but I am not sure if we had gloves or not; probably not.
I was going to be in the tournament as were the group of unknown people, who looked like they could not fight, but one man who entered the tournament looked like professional mixed martial artist Houston Alexander; and he looked like he could beat any of us, and so I hoped that we would fight first so that I could either lose to the best or beat my only real challenge.
He was in better shape than any of us and he looked tough/dangerous, I knew that looks can be deceiving, and so I tried to not let that intimidate me; and I started to think up a strategy so that I could defeat him if we fought.
My grandfather was the judge I guess and my uncle CE was the referee, and they went over the rules with us; and everyone who was going to be in the tournament got signed up.
As us fighters were talking and waiting for the tournament to start, I went to the bathroom to think, and I came up with a strategy of defeating the man who looked like Mr. Alexander; and I started to prepare myself for a possible fight against him, each fight would be a randomly picked so no one knew who would fight each time.
My strategy was an extreme all-or-nothing strategy, since my fighting style is defensive & I am comfortable with grappling & ground fighting but uncomfortable with striking & stand-up fighting, and since the man who looked like Mr. Alexander looked stronger/bigger & was probably good at striking & stand up fighting; I decided that my strategy would be to attack aggressively using striking/stand up fighting very briefly as only a distraction, wait for an opening, counter with a take down, and finish him with ground & pound (ground strikes) and/or by submission.
My goal was to end the fight as quickly as possible before he could even think or get comfortable or realize that he has an advantage.
After making my strategy and preparing myself, it was time for the first fight to be randomly selected, and my wish came true; the first fight was to be me and the man who looked like Mr. Alexander.
We got into position to fight in my grandfather’s living room as my grandfather and the other fighters watched, and my uncle CE stood in the middle of the room as the referee; I was a bit nervous, but I was ready to instantly run across the room once the fight started to push the fight to a quick end.
My uncle CE called the start of the fight, I ran across the room toward my opponent the man who looked like Mr. Alexander, and I began a quick jab & straight combination that put my opponent on the defensive.
I threw a few other strikes while moving around and toward my opponent, and my opponent went on the offensive just like I wanted, but for a second he almost got me with a good strike; but I managed to take him down, and I used my grappling skills to get in a good ground position & I began a ground & pound (ground strike) attack.
I only wanted to stun him enough to put him in a submission, but to my surprise I ended up knocking him unconscious it seemed, and so I looked to my uncle CE the referee to tell him that I think that my opponent was unconscious; and so he checked, and he was unconscious.
My uncle CE called an end to the fight and my grandfather announced me the winner as the other fighters were shocked/stunned & so was I, and then I started helping my uncle CE make sure that my opponent was okay; and we tried to help him wake up & wait for him to regain consciousness, and I remember my grandfather talking about the fight while we did this, and he gave us some advice on safely handling the unconscious fighter.
I expected him to regain consciousness in a few seconds but he did not, so I started to get worried, and I asked if we should call for an ambulance; but I woke up as we continued helping my opponent.