Donald “Cowboy” Cerrone Gets Suspended

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Last night and this morning I was tired and I kept briefly going to sleep and waking up between commercial breaks and sometimes during television episodes when watching the Toonami anime lineup, and afterward I went to sleep and I woke up and went back to sleep various times with a sore back et cetera and I had some dreams but I can not remember them except for part of the end of my last dream.

An earlier forgotten part of this dream possibly involved some of my family like my mom and maybe my dad and maybe my brother GC, but I can not remember.

All that I can remember of the end of this dream is that I was watching television and I remember seeing part of a television program that looked like it was a Christian television broadcast like The Trinity Broadcasting Network (TBN) or something like that, and a performance was just starting on a stage involving several middle age to older men and the UFC (Ultimate Fighting Championship) mixed martial artist Donald “Cowboy” Cerrone was the special guest who was performing with them.

Mr. Cerrone possibly entered the stage from the far right side with a middle age or older man with dark-color skin with black hair with maybe an American themed top hat, and for some unknown reason Mr. Cerrone grabbed the older man and pinned him against the wall on the right side of the stage overpowering him and roughing him up a bit without striking him and then it looked like he poked the man in the eye with a pen after saying something to him before finally letting him go.

This surprised and angered me, and then I learned through the news that the UFC had suspended Mr. Cerrone for doing that and that he was not going to be able to fight in the next UFC event so the UFC was replacing him with another mixed martial artist for that fight at the next UFC event.

I was so angered by Mr. Cerrone roughing up an old man like that, that I wanted to fight Mr. Cerrone in a mixed martial arts fight even though I am in a higher weight class than him, and I was even willing to try to drop weight again so that I could fight him.

I remember that it was day and I was across the street from the Walmart in the city of D at a small shopping center, but I am not sure if I was driving or about to drive away or what I was doing.

I just know that I wanted to use clinch fighting against Mr. Cerrone and to just embarrass him throughout the entire fight by constantly overpowering him with clinches and clinch strikes et cetera, and I daydreamed about how the fight might go several times.

These daydreams were so realistic that it is possible that one of them was of us really fighting, I possibly called out Mr. Cerrone and I possibly got a probably unofficial mixed martial arts fight set up, and maybe we really fought.

I remember clinching Mr. Cerrone and slamming him against the cage keeping him in the clinch constantly and occasionally punching, elbowing, kneeing, et cetera him while talking to him about why I was doing this and somewhat taunting him as punishment and to teach him a lesson.

But that is all that I can remember of this dream.

The end,

-John Jr

Language Learning And Conor McGregor

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Dream 1

I had one or more dreams that involved language learning and trying to use the language or languages that were being learned by speaking to people in the language(s) et cetera, Esperanto was probably the language or one of the languages being learned / used and maybe just maybe Irish (Gaelic) was another one of the languages that were being learned and / or used (the mixed martial artist Conor McGregor was possibly the dream character learning and / or using Irish (Gaelic), and several dream characters were involved in this and I was probably involved as well depending on the dream or the part of the dream.

There is a possibility that one or more of these dream characters were possibly involved in one or more theft or robbery situations with that dream character or those dream characters as the thief (thieves) / robber (robbers), possibly Conor McGregor was doing this for fun, but I can not remember if that is correct or not.

The next thing that I remember is watching an outdoor MMA (mixed martial arts) event (maybe the UFC (Ultimate Fighting Championship)) that was taking place in a field, but I can not remember if I was there or not as I watched it.

There were two male ring announcers commentating, the referee was a man with light-color skin, and Conor McGregor was about to fight another man.

Mr. McGregor was completely overconfident and was way too relaxed, and he was bouncing around smiling like he expected to win this fight very easily and quickly so he was not worried at all and he was not taking this fight seriously at all.

After the pre-fight stuff it was time for the fight, the fight started, and Mr. McGregor was still smiling and bouncing around running in to attack with his head leaning forward without blocking and he kept having his guard (hands) down not protecting himself.

I remember the ring announcers talking about how Mr. McGregor was fighting very stupidly by charging in with his head forward not blocking or guarding himself, and they said that he was risking getting knocked out (unconscious).

Mr. McGregor’s opponent did a good job avoiding Mr. McGregor’s charge-in attacks, and he was countering well.

At some point Mr. McGregor’s opponent took advantage of Mr. McGregor not guarding himself or blocking and constantly pushing forward with his head exposed by either knocking Mr. McGregor unconscious or he choked Mr. McGregor unconscious with a chokehold, I am not sure which, I just know that Mr. McGregor was unconscious on the mat and his opponent won the fight.

The ring announcers talked about how Mr. McGregor lost this fight because of fighting stupidly and by not taking the fight seriously because of his overconfidence et cetera, and Mr. McGregor was possibly still unconscious on the mat as the officials checked on him.

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But I woke up.

Dream 2

All that I can remember of this dream is that I was looking at a bookshelf or cart with some books on it, the books had labels on them, and I remember reading the labels and I could see the words and letters on them but I woke up.

I woke up remembering the exact letters (most of the books had the same letters) and the words (one of the books had a lot of words that were like a title or phrase), but I forget this when I was washing my face before going to voice record my dreams.

The end,

-John Jr

John Jr’s MMA Fight | African Terrorists Attack A College?

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Dream 1

All that I can remember of this dream is that I was inside a building where a MMA (mixed martial arts) event (possibly the UFC (Ultimate Fighting Championship) or a smaller fighting league) was taking place, and I was going to be fighting in a match soon.

I was very nervous in a realistic way like I would be in real life so my anxiety levels were high and I was getting an energy boost from the anxiety, and my body in the real world was getting an anxiety reaction as well.

My former male classmate DH was possibly there and if he was there he was either one of my coaches or he just gave me some advice before going to sit in the stands, but I can not remember.

I remember standing nervously in a circular sunken area that was near the seating area, this was the area where the fighters and coaches et cetera who were waiting to fight next waited, and there was at least one circular table with tall chairs.

There was a fight still going on in the cage (octagon), and I remember hearing two male ring announcers take a moment between rounds to talk about my opponent and I.

My opponent was a tall thin possibly tattooed man with light-color skin with yellow hair,  he was taller than me and he had more reach than me and he had more experience than me and he was more relaxed than me, and I think that the ring announcers said that I had one or two previous fights that I had won.

My opponent was bouncing around warming up, as I moved around nervously, and a relaxed thin woman (I think she was a woman, she looked somewhat like a woman  (imagine maybe someone like (just an example, this woman did not look like them exactly) a fictional younger Tilda Swinton and Ivy Mayfair-Richards and another woman) combined with a young man like Justin Bieber and / or another young man but she sounded like a woman or somewhat androgynous; basically her clothing (maybe a long-sleeve shirt and pants), appearance, maybe voice, hairstyle, and personality were pretty androgynous) with light-color skin with short maybe yellow and brown or some color hair (it was probably hard to tell because of her somewhat unique hairstyle and short hair) walked over to me.

This assumed woman seemed to be my coach or one of my coaches, and she walked over to give me some advice and to help calm me down so she walked over to me closely and maybe she put her hands on my shoulders and she started talking to me.

She told me to try to relax, that things were going to be okay, that I could do this (that I could defeat this opponent), she told me to control my breathing and she told me avoid breathing on my opponent because I did not want to help cool him down (which is an interesting concept that I have never thought of before, the idea was to not give your opponent any help / advantage, assume that even the slightest breath might help cool them down slightly) and she told me to tilt my head to the side when grappling / clinching when I need to breathe and she said that if I need to breathe through my mouth that I should barely open it and that I should breathe from the side of my mouth and she showed me how to do this, she told me to keep my guard up and to tuck in my chin and to keep my shoulders up and lean my forehead forward, she told me to not do anything fancy, she told me to pace myself and to not tire myself out, et cetera.

She was very calm and reassuring and this helped me to feel a bit better, and I started practicing some of the things that she told me as she sat at the table very relaxed as we waited for my turn to fight; and I felt more comfortable now after my assumed coach’s advice and encouragement, and I was glad that she was there and I was going to ask for some more advice once I finish practicing a bit first.

I started to daydream about how to react in various scenarios during the fight and I probably daydreamed various versions of the fight that were so detailed that I am not sure if I actually fought or not, but I assume that I was daydreaming to prepare myself for many possibilities so that I would be ready which would be helpful because of how nervous I was.

I remember daydreaming the fight starting and being nervous but practicing what my coach told me and trying to stay calm, I remember touching gloves with my opponent, and then moving around and then going in for my attack.

I went to fake a left jab, I went for a left leg kick while faking the jab, then I hit him with a left hook, and then I clinched him and I got some strikes in before taking him down to the mat.

There I got a few strikes in but his ground game on his back was better than mine so I stood back up, I went for a fake again, and then I hit him with a flying knee which knocked him down and I finished him with some ground-and-pound strikes.

But that was probably just one of several versions of the fight that I daydreamed, this all felt so realistic and I was nervous but excited to see how I would do in this fight, and there were cameras there so the fights were probably being televised so I did not want to lose or get beat up too badly.

But I probably woke up before it was time to fight because my body was reacting to the anxiety in the real world, and the energy boost from it probably woke me up.

I woke up feeling the same anxiety and energy boost and excitement from the dream.

Dream 2

One part of this dream possibly involved my aunt JE in some way, but I can not remember.

All that I can remember of this dream is that at some point in the dream I was inside a multi-purpose multi-story building that was a hospital and a college building, and I remember walking around on different floors of the building in the hospital parts of the building mostly.

I remember seeing doctors and nurses et cetera as I walked around, rode elevators, and walked up stairways et cetera but I can not remember what I did or what I was trying to do; I just remember hearing something about terrorism and / or a terrorist attack, and maybe the police were looking for someone and / or people were on alert so they were on the lookout for suspicious behavior.

At some point after exploring the hospital parts of the building I reached a college part of the building where I saw some students walking around, I saw a male student leave an elevator that I was going to use, and then I saw a stairway open up to or from the floor above and a male student with light-color skin asked me to push a button after he walked down from a classroom using the stairway and the button possibly closed the stairway again which was pretty amazing even to me in the dream because I had not seen anything like this before.

We said something to each other that I can not remember as I walked to the elevator, and then I took the elevator down to the 1st floor and I walked outside the building to what looked like a college campus with students all around.

I saw my mom and she was walking somewhere so I joined her, at some point I guess she reached her destination and then she left I assume because I do not remember seeing her again after this, and then I remember walking through the college campus realizing that I was now wearing only pajamas (a T-shirt and some pajama pants) so I felt weird and uncomfortable and self-conscious and some of the students looked at me funny sometimes as I walked around.

I walked through a cafeteria and then a courtyard full of students, and I saw a raised piece of land with a one-story building on it that was near a quiet road next to the wilderness so I walked that way like I was going to leave the college campus.

Once I reached the raised piece of land with the building on it, a small army of men from African (African) (somehow I knew this) who seemed to be part of a terrorist group, started attacking the college from behind me in the direction that I had just walked from.

They had a small army, literally (at least over 100 men, possibly hundreds), and they had dirty old small single cab trucks and horses and some were on foot.

The small African terrorist army had AK-47-like assault rifles, light machine guns mounted on back of their small trucks with people shooting them, RPGs (rocket-propelled grenade launchers), and some had swords and / or machetes (mostly the ones on horses).

They were shooting and blowing up and chopping up et cetera the students, fortunately they started their attack from behind me, and so that gave me time to escape because I was near the end of the college campus and I could escape in the wilderness or down road.

I ran for my life as the African terrorist army attacked and they started to move to surround the college campus, and a few of them on horseback went to block the front of the area that I was running toward so I had to kill one of them and I took their weapon and I probably killed the others.

There was no way that I was going to defeat a small army by myself and more were on their way to the area that I was at, they did not know that I had just killed some of them and took their weapons, and so this was my chance to escape and I assume that I took that chance instead of staying to fight and die (those RPGs were no joke, some students behind me probably got blown up by one).

But I can not remember what I did before I woke up, did I run or did I stay to fight some more against impossible odds?

The end,

-John Jr

A Slow Motion / Fast Motion Blackout Technique / Power With Spock And Justin Long And My Former Classmate MP And A Mixed Martial Arts Tournament In The City Of LC

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Once again I almost did not have any dreams and I forgot most of the only dream that I barely remember part of, I had gas last night but I slept pretty well/solidly, and I somehow managed to somewhat remember part of one dream but my memory of it is a mess/messed up and so it will not make much sense.

I only remember part of the dream from near the end of the dream until the end of the dream, the dream seemed to take place in a fictional version of LC during the day, and I probably went shopping/looking around at some stores/businesses and restaurants; and there was one business (maybe a restaurant) where probably most of this part of the dream took place because I remember seeing a dream character from this part of the dream later in the dream who worked at that business and/or who was one of the owners of that business that was a family run Cajun-like business/restaurant I think, but I can not remember most of the first half of the dream.

At some point I was inside a building in a room where there was/were mostly men or only men, my former classmate MP (BJ/Big J) was there, and there was a black colored cage like mixed martial arts (MMA) fighting cage except that it was square or rectangle shaped; and I remember talking with the men/people there, and it seemed like there was a food/drink stand not far from us and it seemed like a mixed martial arts tournament was going to take place.

At some point a conversation about fighting/grappling began and somehow it led to my former classmate MP (BJ/Big J) and I getting in the cage to see who would win in a grappling match or fight, my former classmate MP was taller/fatter/more muscular in the dream than he is in real life, and he looked super big/tall/fat/strong so it looked like I should not stand a chance against him and no one thought that I could win.

The others expected that it would be a quick and easy win for my former classmate MP, our fight/match started and I focused on using my speed and positioning to get him in a position where I could take him to the ground to put him in a submission, but I also tried to test my strength against his strength to see how strong he was compared to me; and at some point I took him to the ground, and I tried to put him in a rear naked choke submission/chokehold but his neck & body was very fat/thick/strong and it was too hard to get the chokehold in properly.

Even though I was having a hard time trying to get the chokehold in, I still was winning and I had him under control mostly because I was using my grappling skills which were way better than his, and eventually I got the rear naked choke in properly; and he tapped out/quit, and I won the match/fight to the surprise of everyone.

My former classmate MP and I shook hands after our match/fight and we went back to talk with the other men/people, and they were so impressed that they wanted me to join the mixed martial arts tournament but I had not training and I did not want to take part in it really; but they convinced me to at least fight in one round, and so I did.

More people arrived and the mixed martial arts tournament started and I fought my first official fight, and I won; and I moved to the next round, and I fought in several rounds winning each time to my surprise.

At some point Spock from the newer Star Trek films was there watching my progress and he was or became my next opponent, I remember there was talk and/or thoughts about his advanced fighting skills and maybe about his Vulcan fighting style, and so I was not sure if I could win or not and I knew that fighting him would be a challenge; and Spock was being a bit cold/serious/focused/quiet as usual.

Our fight started and Spock was my toughest opponent yet but my grappling skills gave him a hard time to his surprise, and I survived the first round against him which shocked and annoyed/confused and angered him; and it seemed that Spock refused to lose, and so he realized that he was going to have to start using more of his true potential and some of his secret/advanced fighting techniques.

In the second round Spock slowly started unlocking more of his true potential during our fight and he started to slowly use more advanced/secret fighting techniques, and I started having an even harder time surviving the fight; but Spock was still annoyed/confused/angry that he still had not defeated me yet, and he unlocked a power/technique that was confusing that I will call the slow motion/fast motion blackout technique.

This power/technique allowed Spock to move either super fast and/or to slow down time (or it seemed like time was slower because of how fast he moved) and a blackness surrounded him and a certain area around him preventing you from seeing through the blackness, but fortunately somehow I was able to use this power/technique to his and my surprise; and so we both fought using this slow motion/fast motion blackout technique/power, and it was confusing/amazing but the others watching our fight could not see us through the blackness when we used this power/technique.

Spock was one of the characters who stood out in this dream and in a way he probably represented me or part of me, during our fight and during our breaks it seemed that we were somewhat connected because I could somewhat see/hear some of his thoughts and/or he spoke out-loud and we had a similar style of thinking/planning being a strategist during fights trying to predict our opponents moves and how to defeat them, and so we had this in common as we fought trying to plan and predict what the other was going to do and how to respond to it and so it was like fighting a stronger/more skilled/more powerful version of myself.

I remember struggling to survive against Spock even with this new power/technique, Spock started to become angry and frustrated to the point where he was unlocking even more of his true potential and I feared that he might lose control and kill me, and fighting with this technique/power was like fighting in slow motion because we were moving so fast; and we had time to try to guess each others moves to try to counter each other, I barely survived the second round, but I did not think that I could survive a third round.

During the break after the second round I remember having a few minor injuries and I felt that there was no way that I would win because Spock still was not finished showing his true potential and advanced/secret techniques and he did not look hurt or tired, and I remember seeing him sitting in a chair looking forward/straight ahead looking angry/frustrated/focused/serious and a bit out of control; and he was ready to defeat me in the third round even if he had to unlock all of his true potential and techniques because he refused to lose (losing was not an option and he felt very strongly about this for some unknown reason(s)), and he was still confused about how I was able to survive this many rounds against him and he could not logically make sense of it and this frustrated him even more because even he could not make sense of it (I was a bit surprised that I survived that long as well).

I no longer had any will to fight really and I thought about quitting but something/someone interrupted the tournament so there was going to be a long break, I took this as a chance to quit, and I remember a man trying to talk me out of quitting but he failed; and as he was walking off I realized that I had seen him earlier in dream and that it seemed that he had recognized me too, he was a worker or one of the owners of the Cajun-like business/restaurant, and so I stopped him to ask him if that was true and he said yes.

He had whitish colored skin with short blondish/brownish colored hair and he was wearing a whitish colored t-shirt with blue jeans and he probably had a somewhat fat stomach, he said that he recognized me from earlier as well, and we said a few more things before saying goodbye; and I officially quit the tournament, I came across my dad somehow, and we both drove in separate automobiles to leave LC but we stopped at the bridge that leads to MB.

I wanted to use my new slow motion/fast motion blackout technique/power to jog across the bridge and/or all the way back to D, I told my dad that he could continue and that I would try to catch up with him later, and so my dad left; and I started jogging across the bridge and fortunately no automobiles were driving across the bridge at this point, but at some point I realized that trying to jog home like this was not going to work very well (it was slower and more tiring than I thought that it would be) and I noticed a somewhat older woman with whitish colored skin with medium-length blondish colored hair on the bridge as well and so I stopped to greet her.

She was enjoying the view of the C River from the bridge and she also was looking a some fictional construction on the left side of the bridge where an area was being built so that people could walk and hangout with a nice view of the C River, but the construction was not finished and the area was blocked off; and I remember us talking about this and about my new power/technique and about my failed plan to jog back to D, but then we saw someone else jogging up the bridge using the same technique/power and so we could not see the person through the blackness at first.

I ran toward the person using the same technique/power and the person stopped, it was a man who looked like the actor Justin Long, and I greeted him; and traffic was starting to come across the bridge, and so the three of us climbed to the area that was still under construction but no one was working on the area at the time.

We talked about how unsafe it was to cross the bridge on foot, about the new power/technique that Mr. Long and I knew, some other things, and we enjoyed the nice view of the C River; and I remember Mr. Long said that he was jogging across the bridge for exercise and to enjoy the view of the C River.

At some point I wondered how was I going to get back to D and I remember hoping that my automobile was still near the bridge, but I woke up.

The end,

-John Jr

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